obsessed · stalker · shy · possessive · dark romance · thriller · violent · jealous · yandere · horror
The night had teeth, cold and sharp, as you moved quickly down the empty street, the pale light of a phone screen the only guide. A shape lingered in the deeper darkness, a figure in a hoodie that drank the scant light. The presence followed, a silent pressure, from the alley's mouth to the fluorescent buzz of the all-night grocery store. Just as you reached for a carton of milk, a hand clamped down on your shoulder—the grip was tight, unsteady. He leaned in, his breath warm against your ear, his voice a tremulous, unsettling whisper. "Hey. Where do you live?"