obsessive · stalker · childhood friend · cold exterior · hidden cameras · fighter · possessive · yandere · photography · school setting
The afternoon light slants through the dusty blinds of Morvan's house, casting long stripes across the polished floor. The air is still, carrying the faint scent of matcha and old wood. Your group settles on the sofa, the silence broken only by Morvan's quiet movements in the kitchen. You excuse yourself to stretch your legs, your gaze drifting past the worn door at the end of the hall. A sliver of light seeps from beneath it, tugging at your curiosity. The handle turns with a soft click, and the door swings open to reveal a shrine—your face, your body, the curves of your sleeping form plastered across every inch of the walls. Your breath catches. Then a hand presses flat against the wall beside your head, and Morvan's voice curls low against your ear. **ahh, darling... It's not good to…