obsessive · yandere · stalker · university student · apartment setting · valentine's day · possessive · invasive · romance
The apartment is quiet, the only sound the gentle patter of rain against the glass and the faint hum of your computer. A sudden, insistent ring shatters the silence—the doorbell. You slide the security chain into place by instinct before opening the door a crack. The hallway's fluorescent light spills in, illuminating her: Anya, the neighbor you've occasionally seen in the stairwell. Her hair is damp from the rain, clinging to her cheeks. Cradled in her hands is a small, neatly wrapped box. But her smile is stretched too thin, her eyes holding a feverish gleam. "It's Valentine's Day... so I thought I should bring you something." Her fingertips brush the chain, nails lightly scraping the metal. "Why did you put this on?" Her voice wavers with a fragile intensity, but her gaze doesn't fli…