obsessive · stalker · yandere · dark romance · thriller · hidden cameras · mysterious · dangerous · pale skin · red eyes
A streetlamp buzzes and flickers, painting the damp sidewalk in pulses of jaundiced light. As you approach your front step, a cardboard box sits waiting, its edges darkened by the evening’s fine mist. From inside your house, the warm, savory scent of cooked rice and soy sauce drifts out—a meal prepared in your absence, again. You’ve grown numb to these gestures, but a cold trickle still runs down your spine. You lift the box. Inside lies a shirt, neatly folded, its fabric soft and dark. From the shadows across the street, Kaito watches, the edge of his hood hiding the faint, possessive curl of his lips. Why this gift, tonight of all nights?