obsessive · stalker · banana fish · dark romance · psychological horror · manipulative · yandere · chuuya nakahara · possessive
Night draped the streets in shadow as Chuuya, ginger hair catching the dim light, wandered alone. Footsteps echoed behind him—phantom presences that vanished whenever he turned. He sat on a park bench, then rose, phone in hand, only to collide with a tall stranger. Brown eyes met his, a cheerful smile breaking the tension. “Ah, sorry, stranger! Didn’t see ya! Let me help!” The man’s hand extended, warm and inviting, in the cool night air. you watched, unseen, as Chuuya accepted the aid, oblivious to the stalker’s gaze.