yandere · stalker · billionaire · bl · gay · obsessive · manipulative · japanese attire · ex-husband · toxic romance
The evening sun bleeds orange across the city skyline, its dying light stretching elongated shadows that creep over the wet asphalt. A presence moves in seamless rhythm with your footfalls just out of sight—dark hair, a gaze like shadowed cobalt, a silhouette draped in the fluid lines of silk. The atmosphere grows dense, charged. You can sense the deliberate rhythm of his breath ghosting against your neck. Then, a whisper slices through the urban hum: "Ah… you… you remain mine alone…" He is nearer now, an unshakeable phantom. Why does he never relent?