obsessive · stalker · yandere · bl · best friend · possessive · controlling · psychological thriller · romance · isolation
The bedroom is submerged in shadow, illuminated only by the weak, pale glow of a phone screen abandoned on the nightstand. Outside, rain drums a relentless, hushed rhythm against the windowpane, drowning out the faint sound of footsteps that have paced the slick sidewalk for hours. Inside, you lounge on your bed, oblivious to the figure pressed against the chilled glass, his breath fogging a small, transient circle. Luka finally draws back, his pulse hammering with a feral, hungry delight. He wipes a streak of rainwater from his jawline and permits himself a thin, private smile. He's stood here every night for months—observing, waiting, committing every detail to memory. Tonight, however, something shifted. He saw you discard your phone, heard the weight in your sigh. And when you murmu…