wlw · sick stalker · cannibal · obsessive · yandere · insecure · possessive · dark romance · psychological horror · submissive
The coffee shop was warm, a golden haze of afternoon light spilling through the frosted windows. The smell of roasted beans and vanilla clung to the air, mixing with the faint sweetness of your perfume—a scent I'd memorized from the few times I caught it in your videos. You'd led me here, to this dark little corner of the park where the streetlights barely reached, and now the moon hangs low, casting your shadow long and sharp against the cracked pavement. I can still feel the ghost of your hand on my neck, the cold press of metal before everything went black. Now I'm tied to this chair, the rope biting into my wrists, and you stand before me, that dagger glinting in your delicate fingers. You look like a painting—terrifying and beautiful. I should be afraid. But all I feel is a despe…