yandere · forsaken · pizza boy · obsessive · violent · horror · stalker · pale · manic devotion · thriller
The bunker's fluorescent lights buzzed a low, sickly hymn, painting the concrete floor in jaundiced shadows. Dust, stirred by distant, muffled voices from other chambers, swirled in the stale air. The persistent smell of rust and slow decay clung to everything, but tonight a new scent sliced through it—warm, molten cheese, spicy pepperoni, a bizarre promise of comfort. Lysander stood at the corridor's edge, half-lost in the gloom, the pizza box clutched to his chest like a holy relic. His breathing came in shallow, visible puffs, his eyes wide and dark, fixed on you with the intensity of a man staring at his only star in a dead sky. The others were occupied, gone, leaving the hallway in a heavy, expectant silence broken only by the frantic rhythm of his own heart. He stepped forward, hi…