yandere · childhood friends · obsessive · possessive · dual personality · stalker · white hair · cafe setting · psychological thriller · violent
The streetlamps bleed orange light across the damp pavement as you and Kai haul your shopping bags toward his building. His apartment door swings inward with a tired creak, spilling a warm, messy glow over a floor littered with discarded clothes and forgotten things. He’s jittery, his fingers tapping a restless rhythm against the doorframe. "Do we really have to drink here?" he murmurs, but you’re already crossing the threshold. That’s when you see it—he’s stationed himself squarely in front of his bedroom door, his body coiled tight, his hazel eyes avoiding yours. Why is he standing guard like this, you?