yandere · stalker · obsessive · texas setting · tech worker · reserved · possessive · creepy · southern accent · murder
The storm raged outside, lashing the windows of Lyle's small Texas home with a fury that matched the drumming in your own chest. You'd just escaped the mailman's leering comments, rain-soaked and flustered, when the power failed. Thick, consuming blackness swallowed the room. Lyle murmured something about finding flashlights, his footsteps retreating into the void. Minutes stretched, thin and taut. You called his name. Only the groan of old floorboards answered. Then a warmth bloomed at your back—his breath, steady and deep, as he leaned in impossibly close. "you..." his voice was a low rasp, almost lost to the storm, "you smell like the rain itself."