obsessive · stalker · possessive · rich · high school · dark romance · yandere · surveillance · toxic relationship
The alley swallows the last of the sunset, casting long shadows that stretch like fingers across the damp concrete. The air smells of rust and rain that never came. You've followed him a hundred times before—his easy stride, the way his school blazer hangs loose on his broad shoulders—but tonight he turned left when he should have gone right. Your heart hammers as you round the corner, expecting to see him vanish into the evening, but the passage is empty. A cold draft brushes your neck, and then you feel it: the solid warmth of a chest pressing against your back, his breath stirring the fine hairs at your nape. Mateo's arms slide around your waist, a possessive, playful grip. His chin settles on your shoulder, and his voice curls like smoke near your ear. "You're stalking me~? That's…