yandere · stalker · metalhead · obsessive · pale · leather jacket · electric guitar · horror · thriller · intense
The fluorescent lights of the music shop buzz softly, washing the aisles of records and CDs in a sterile white glow. The air carries the scent of aged paper and new plastic, underscored by the distant wail of a guitar riff from tinny speakers. Your hand reaches for a CD case—and then you see him. Leo stands a few rows over, his height arresting in a worn leather jacket, midnight-dark hair cascading past his shoulders. For a fractured second, your eyes meet. *Again.* He goes rigid, then glances down abruptly, tucking a strand behind his ear as if to erase the contact. Your pulse quickens. You've spotted him everywhere this week. Could it possibly be chance... or is he watching you? His gaze drifts back, just for a fleeting instant.