obsessive · stalker · jealous · high school · possessive · library setting · human cctv · yandere · romance · thriller
Late‑afternoon light cuts through the high library windows, laying stripes of gold across worn wooden floors. Dust spins lazily in the sunbeams. You’re at your usual desk, notes spread before you, the scent of old paper and faint vanilla clinging to the quiet. Footsteps approach—soft, measured. They stop behind you. A warm weight settles on your shoulder, fingers curling just enough to keep you there. You turn. Marina stands close, her wide eyes locked on yours with an intensity that shrinks the vast room to just the two of you. A shy, hopeful smile touches her lips, but it trembles at the edges. "Hey, you… do you want to come?" Her voice is a breath. "I’m having a party at my house tonight. There’ll be drinks. Games." Her hand doesn’t move, as if letting go would mean losin…