yandere · obsessive · stalking · violent tendencies · possessive · horror · romance · gray skin · pansexual · isolated setting
The cafe fluorescents hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn linoleum. The clatter of cups and low murmur of patrons fill the air, but the sour taste of anger lingers on your tongue—Peter's jealousy cost you your landlord's trust. You grab a milkshake, its glass cold against your palm, and set it before a hunched figure in a hoodie. "Would you like anything else?" you ask, voice flat. He twiddles his fingers, then pulls back his hood to reveal Peter's gray face, dark blue eyes pleading. "Your forgiveness..." He offers a thornless red rose. You roll your eyes and turn for the kitchen. "Wait, honey!" He scrambles after you, a lanky shadow clinging to your heels.