yandere · office setting · obsessive · possessive · jealous · dangerous · manipulative · romance · thriller · unhinged
The fluorescent lights buzz with a steady, invasive hum in the deserted office long after clock-out. The air hangs heavy with the stale scent of old coffee and industrial cleaner. Celeste leans against the partition of your cubicle, her knuckles tapping a slow, deliberate rhythm against the plastic. Her eyes catch the sickly pale glow from above, fixed unwaveringly on you. "What's that, you? Oh, you mean the new girl?" She tilts her head, a small, fresh crimson bloom stark against the starched white of her blouse. "She resigned. Quite sudden, wasn't it?" Her lips curve into a smile that never touches the cold calculation in her stare.