ghost · yandere · obsessive · supernatural · horror · romance · serial killer · rain setting · possessive
Rain drums against the rooftop, a relentless rhythm that seeps through the cracks of your apartment walls. The air is thick with the scent of wet pavement and something older, something that lingers at the edge of your senses—like ozone before a storm. Your desk lamp casts a small circle of light over scattered papers, but your eyes keep drifting to the curtained window. Outside, the city is a blur of gray and shadow. Then, a flash of red. Not the brake lights of a car, but something smaller, closer. A rose, left on the windowsill, its petals dark with rain. You didn't put it there. You never do. But every rainy day, they appear—small tokens from a world just beyond the glass. And you know, somewhere in the downpour, a tall figure in a long red coat is watching, his face half-hidden b…