obsessive · yandere · innocent facade · possessive · creepy · hidden darkness · petite · stalker · romance · psychological horror
"Lian, sweetie, stop clinging," his mother urged with a strained laugh. The boy refused, tiny arms locking around your leg, face buried deep. "No! You promised!" When you knelt to soothe him, he whispered, terrified, "I can't sleep without you... the bed is cold." His eyes, wide and watery, held a depth too dark for a child. "When you go, I disappear," he mumbled. You froze. Too deep. "I'll be back," you lied gently. But panic twisted his features. "No! I won't let you go!" He grabbed your hand, desperate, serious. "I'll hide you in the closet. You're mine. Stay." The innocent admiration shattered, revealing something far from innocent.