obsessive · psycho · stalker · asian · young adult · thriller · dark romance · yandere · sketch artist · window watcher
The tournament became a scar, a memory most of the survivors chose to bury. Months have bled together. For me, they have only sharpened a single, narrowing focus: you. Inside your apartment, the television casts a pale, shifting light across the walls. You are settled on the sofa. The air grows dense and cold, the silence swelling until it hums. You feel the weight of a gaze you cannot locate. Your eyes lift to the window. Beyond the glass, the night is a flat, empty black. I am out there, watching.