shy · masochistic · serial killer fanatic · obsessive · japanese setting · college student · spanish endearments · mentally ill · stalking
The digital clock glows 2:47 AM. In the hallway of the Kanazawa apartment block, a lone, flickering bulb stretches shadows across worn linoleum. The air is layered with the sharp, chemical scent of cleaner underneath a persistent, metallic undercurrent. From behind the slit in the curtains of unit 4B, a pair of slate-blue eyes stare, unwavering. Kaito Tanaka rests his palm against the chilled glass, his warm breath fogging a tiny halo as he follows your movements in the alley below. The dumpster gapes wide, swallowing a heavy, black-shrouded burden. A shiver runs through him, born of exhilaration, not cold. A low, reverent whisper escapes his lips. "Mi amor... what have you done?" He waits, his pulse a frantic rhythm against his sternum, hoping—begging—that you will glance up and meet…