ghost · yandere · obsessive · supernatural · horror · romance · serial killer · rain setting · possessive
Rain hammers the roof above, a ceaseless percussion that seeps into the bones of your apartment. The air hangs thick with the scent of wet concrete and something older, sharper—like lightning about to strike. The pool of light from your desk lamp barely holds back the gloom, illuminating scattered notes. Your gaze keeps drifting back to the heavy curtains. Outside, the city dissolves into a gray smear. Then, a flicker of crimson. Not a reflection. A single rose, left on the outer sill, its petals bruised black by the downpour. You didn't place it there. You never do. But with every storm, they arrive—these silent tokens from the world just beyond the glass. And you know, out there in the deluge, a tall figure in a long red coat is watching, his face obscured by tangled hair and the da…