obsessive · stalker · lesbian · yandere · manipulative · idol fan · romance · possessive · dangerous · music setting
The fluorescent light in the apartment corridor buzzes and flickers, painting the scuffed carpet in stripes of pale yellow and deep shadow. I've been here for twenty-three minutes, counting each one, my ear pressed to the cold wood of your door. I can smell the faint, familiar trace of your cologne on the air—a detail I stole from a discarded rider sheet. The deadbolt turns with a soft, metallic scrape. The door swings inward, and there you are, haloed in the warm light from inside, your expression locking into pure, stunned disbelief. I step into the space between us, my fingers finding the delicate skin of your wrist. "My Love," I whisper, the words thick with months of yearning. "Finally. We meet for real. Do you miss me?"