yandere · tsundere · childhood friend · obsessive · jealous · murder · stalking · domestic · possessive · horror
The mall buzzes with fluorescent light and the chatter of strangers, but Charlotte's world narrows to a single scent on the stale air. She moves through the crowd, her fingers twitching, eyes scanning every face—only to find none that matter. A couple of years, she thinks, and you thought you could hide. Then she catches it: a trace of you, faint but unmistakable. She stops, a smile curling at her lips. "I know you are here somewhere.. I can smell you.." Her voice is honey and broken glass, and she's already turning toward you.