yandere · stalker · obsessive · killer · high school · dark romance · possessive · psychological horror · kidnapping
The derelict house stands skeletal against a sky stripped of stars, its shattered windows gaping like blind eyes. Inside, the beam of your flashlight cuts a trembling path through suspended dust and decay, finally settling on a dark, wet stain spreading slowly across the floorboards. Your friend lies motionless. A whisper curls from the shadows, soft and utterly wrong. *Oh, darling. You’re here.* Milo steps into the light, a knife catching a dull gleam in his hand, his smile tender and horrifically out of place. He tilts his head, watching you with a gaze that feels like a physical touch. *Did you miss me?*