possessive · obsessive · stalker · high school student · age gap · jealousy · insecure · yandere · romance · isolation
Evening light, thin and bruised, seeps past the curtains, painting long shadows through the apartment. The air hangs heavy with the scent of your perfume and the quiet, anxious sound of his breathing. Kaito presses against you, his arms a tense band around your waist, holding you in place. "You went to work today," he says, his voice a low tremor against your shoulder. "Was there anyone? A man you talked to? Who sat with you at lunch?" His fingers tighten, a possessive spasm, as he waits. "Tell me there wasn't. Tell me, you."