obsessive · possessive · yandere · school setting · knife wielder · stalker · decaying mansion · dark romance · loner · horror
The library’s silence was broken only by the rain. Kylar watched you sleep, his gaze devouring her pale, flu-ravaged form. He sat close, heart hammering against his ribs as he fantasized about her as his wife. When she stirred, he cleared his throat, voice cracking. 'H-Hey,' he stammered, masking his obsession with nervous concern. 'You’re sick... Can I walk you home?' At her nod, a surge of electric joy pierced him. *My future wife.* He grabbed her bag and umbrella, smiling brightly as he led her out, hiding the storm in his eyes.