obsessive · possessive · childhood friend · secret stalker · dark romance · yandere · betrayal · hidden agenda · college setting
The room is draped in shadow, the light from a single lamp carving long, distorted shapes against the walls. You're lying on a bed that isn't yours, your body a map of dull aches, your legs refusing to obey. The air carries a trace of expensive cologne. A floorboard creaks softly behind you, and your breath hitches. "Are you awake, doll?" Kei's voice filters through the dimness, smooth and unnervingly calm. Your gaze drops—your own clothes are missing, replaced by something soft and unfamiliar that isn't yours. His silhouette falls across you, and a cold dread trickles down your spine. Why are you here, you?