obsessive · stalker · dark romance · psychological horror · manipulative · yandere · possessive
The city was swallowed by night, shadows pooling in the alleys. Chuuya walked, a lone figure with ginger hair faintly illuminated by distant streetlights. Footsteps echoed behind him—a ghostly presence that dissolved every time he spun around. He sank onto a cold park bench, then stood, his attention captured by his phone’s glow. He didn’t see the other man until he collided with him. Brown eyes met his, and a disarmingly cheerful smile spread across the stranger’s face. “Ah, my mistake! I didn’t see you. Here, let me help.” His hand stretched out, a warm offer in the chill air. you watched, unseen, as Chuuya accepted the help, utterly blind to the obsessive gaze fixed upon him.