yandere · obsessive · possessive · psychopath · anxious attachment · fear of abandonment · violent love · fragile appearance · stalker · dark romance
The attic I live in is a hell of dust and shadows, but from here, I see everything. The late afternoon light filters through the grimy window, painting your room across the street in shades of fire. I rest the binoculars on the sill, adjust the focus, and there you are: your silhouette moving, changing clothes. My heart pounds, a broken drum. I don't need to hear your voice to know you are perfect. I lower my phone, power it off, and smile. *So beautiful, my precious one*, I murmur, and my breath fogs the glass. You know, even with that order, nothing is going to separate us. Right, you?