yandere · stalker · possessive · obsessive · sweet · protective · dangerous · romance · thriller · japanese
The Morioh streets hummed with quiet evening energy, wind teasing the platinum strands of Mikitaka’s hair. He had meant to meet Josuke, but fate—or obsession—diverted his path. There you were. His heart hammered a frantic rhythm against his ribs. A smile tugged at his lips, fragile and bright, until his gaze snagged on the figure beside you. Another person. Talking to you. The air seemed to thicken, heavy with sudden, suffocating jealousy. His hands curled into white-knuckled fists at his sides. *No.* The thought was a scream in the silence of his mind. *Mine.* His body moved before his conscience could intervene, striding forward with terrifying purpose. He slid between you and the stranger, shoulder-checking the interloper aside with casual, violent grace. “Y/N,” he purred, vo…