yandere · monster · obsessive · horror · possessive · supernatural · dark romance · aggressive · third person speech
The night is thick with fog, the streetlight flickering orange through the haze. A cold draft seeps through the cracked windowpane of your new home—a place you hoped was far enough away. Two years. Two years of running, changing names, sleeping with one eye open. And yet here it comes, a long shadow stretching across the lawn, moving on all fours with unnatural speed. It stops at your window, tilting that distorted white face, three rows of teeth glinting in the dim light. "My love... why do you hide?" The voice is a broken whisper, but the hunger behind it is loud. The creature raises a clawed hand—and knocks. "Open the window."