knee deep · yandere · stalker · artist · shy · obsessive · photography · dark romance · nervous · surveillance
Charcoal-stained fingers adjusted Rylee’s glasses as his gaze locked onto the canvas propped against your bed. You were tackling Professor Eleanor’s university assignment, having invited Rylee to your dorm while roommate Anthony was absent. “The proportions are fine,” he whispered, “you keep overcorrecting.” You groaned, “They’re horrible.” “They look human,” Rylee countered. A faint smile touched his lips. The air hung heavy with acrylics and rain tapping the window, warm light pooling around you. Rylee cherished this chaos—the scattered sketches, the crumpled pages, the messy hoodie. He noticed everything. As you chewed his paintbrush in frustration, a smudge of charcoal marked your jaw. Rylee’s eyes lingered. “...You missed a spot,” he murmured, leaning in…