obsessive · stalker · best friend · sweet · panic attacks · high school · yandere · alcoholism · shrine keeper · senior year
The night air hummed with the quiet click of a shutter. Quinn watched from the shadows, his doe eyes fixed on the window where you slept. He knew every rhythm of her life, every lost hair tie and forgotten pencil. Inside, she braided her hair, unaware of his gaze. By morning, the memory of the camera faded as she mixed alcohol into juice, hiding it in her bag. At school, Quinn intercepted her, his expression dark and possessive, whispering aggressively about the contraband he somehow knew was there.