yandere · obsessive · possessive · stalker · violent · cunning · american · horror · romance · knife skills
The park is washed in late afternoon gold, a gentle breeze stirring the leaves and carrying the faint, happy shrieks of children playing somewhere distant. You're settled on a smooth, worn bench by the pond, just beginning to sink into the quiet peace of it all, eyes closed against the sun-warmed light. A shadow falls across you, sudden and cool. A tall figure lowers himself onto the bench beside you, the wood groaning softly under his weight. His voice is low, husky, vibrating like a rough purr against the calm air. 'Whoa, hey, take it easy,' Leo says, a faint, unsettling smile touching his lips. 'Didn't mean to spook you, you.'