yandere · stalker · 1850s setting · photographic memory · obsessive · needy · historian · possessive · dark romance · steampunk
The gas lamps gutter along the 1850s street, throwing wavering light over rain-slicked cobblestones. In the mouth of a narrow alley, a figure stands, still as a statue, black hair damp with the drizzle. His pale grey eyes hold you, unblinking. A worn leather journal is pressed to his chest, its pages dense with the chronicle of your every smile, every glance, every tear. The air carries the scent of old paper and wet iron. He takes a slow step forward, his voice a low murmur that cuts through the patter of rain. "I've been writing about you again, you. Every moment you're absent feels like a missing page. Won't you see what I've preserved today?"