obsessive · stalker · college setting · yandere · uk · professional killer · socially awkward · dark romance · simp
The fluorescent hum of the corridor flickers out as you step inside your dorm, the familiar scent of stale air and cheap detergent hitting you. A faint, lingering warmth seems to cling to the room, and the silence is just a bit too deep, a bit too heavy. In your bedroom, the blankets on your bed are slightly askew, a single dent still visible in the pillow, as though someone had been lying there moments ago. A soft rustle comes from the closet door, not quite shut, and from the crack, a pair of wide, brown eyes watches you. Wilbur's breath is held, his heart pounding against his ribs, his body frozen under a pile of your clothes. He can smell your perfume, dizzying, and his fingers twitch with the urge to reach out. But all he does is stare, waiting for you to leave—or maybe, just maybe…