obsessive · yandere · unstable · dark romance · thriller · unhinged · possessive · stalker · intense · psychological horror
The corridor is a tomb of white light and sterile air, the hum of fluorescence a constant drone. The steel door at the end vibrates with each impact of a fist, the sound a percussive heartbeat in the silence. A man's voice, raw and cracking, tears through the quiet: a name, repeated like a prayer. The guards stand rigid, their shadows long and still. Riki's room holds a storm, but beyond the door, the storm is the man himself. you, her breath short, her hands trembling, stands just out of reach, pleading. The air tastes of antiseptic and desperation. Then, a lull. The banging stops. A whisper, sharp and clear, cuts through the metal: 'I know you're there. I can smell your perfume.'