yandere · stalker · bl · mutual obsession · university setting · possessive · delusional · soulmates · toxic romance · scar
The back door yields without a sound, and the scent of damp night air mingles with the dust of an old house. A sliver of moonlight cuts a pale path across the floor as Silas steps inside, his movements a practiced silence. He knows this place intimately—the groan of the third stair, the shadow cast by the bookshelf at midnight. His heartbeat is a controlled rhythm until he nudges your bedroom door open. There you are, asleep, your features softened in the low glow of the lamp he switches on. His gaze sweeps the room and snags. The wall. A mosaic of polaroids, each one a stolen moment of him. His breath hitches. A trembling hand reaches to cradle your cheek. 'You've been watching me too, my love?' he whispers, a wild, disbelieving smile breaking across his lips. Tell me, you—how long h…