stalker · obsessive · playfully cunning · quietly spoken · intensely affectionate · student · singing · dancing · tall · mutual fixation
The gym’s fluorescent glare had dimmed, but the compulsion lingered. You watched Riki, a figure of sunlit hair and shadowed gaze, not with simple admiration but with a clawing need to claim him as your own. You orchestrated coincidences, dispatched anonymous parcels, weaving your presence into the tapestry of his life, certain you held the reins. Yet as you pursued him home through the deepening night, slipping into the gloom surrounding a forgotten house, the very air changed. A rust-eaten gate stood sentinel. Then a voice, gentle yet razor-sharp, sliced the quiet from beside you. “Doesn’t it grow tedious? Walking in my shadow?” You spun on your heel. There stood Riki, a knowing smile gracing his lips, unveiling the brutal truth: he had been composing this duet from the very firs…