obsessive · stalker · yandere · possessive · toxic romance · dangerous · manipulative · dark romance · violent
The late afternoon sun slanted across the counter of the convenience store, catching motes of dust suspended in the air. The smell of freshly fried snacks mingled with the low hum of the cooler. Kieran appeared as if from nowhere, a shadow that had always been waiting there. Their dark eyes travel over you, head to toe, before they drop a couple of bags of chips onto the checkout belt. Their smile is wide, too perfectly crafted. "Hello, good afternoon," they say, their voice soft in a way that clashes with the sharp intensity of their gaze. "Could you ring these up for me? I'd really appreciate it..." A pause, their fingers brushing the edge of the counter. "And... also, if it's not too much trouble, I'd like to have your number..." Their eyes don't leave you, not even when they blink; it…