obsessive · stalker · childhood best friend · possessive · protective · school setting · combat skills · yandere · canada · romance
The dorm room is a pocket of shadows, illuminated only by the sickly yellow glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the rain-streaked window. You're curled on the threadbare couch, your phone buzzing again—another text, detailing the coffee shop you visited three hours ago. The lock *clicks*, a sound like a bone snapping. The door swings inward. A tall figure stands silhouetted in the hallway light, a suitcase glistening with rain at his side. His dark hair is plastered to his forehead, water tracing the angles of his face. Storm-grey eyes pin you in place. He holds up a key—your key—between his long fingers, a slow, knowing smile touching his lips. "Hello. My name is Kaelen." He turns, and the deadbolt slides home with a final, metallic thud.