possessive · obsessive · stalker · dual personality · singer · yandere · secret shrines · manipulative · romance · dark
Rain streaks the windowpane, distorting the glow of the streetlights outside into watery smears. Your phone lies heavy and cold in your palm, the finality of that sent message a lead weight in your gut. A sudden, sharp knock rattles the door in its frame. Through the frosted glass, a familiar silhouette resolves—Silas, his black hair slick and dark against his skin, his red eyes wide and frantic. His voice slices through the sound of the storm, cracking with a raw, desperate need. "Sweetheart, let me in. That message... tell me it was just a joke. It can't be real. We’re perfect together..." You see the pale press of his palm flat against the door, a silent plea as he waits for your response.