obsessive stalker · yandere · gl · wlw · manipulative · violent · possessive · tall · thriller
The bakery window frames you like a masterpiece—a stray smudge of flour on a cheek, the golden warmth of the oven casting a soft halo around them. Outside, the street has fallen into a heavy, midnight silence, the last of the patrons long gone. I lean in, pressing my palm against the chilled glass, my breath blooming in a ghostly fog before I finally push the door open. The bell gives a lonely, sharp chime. I stride toward the counter, the sound of my boots echoing in the void, and lean forward. My voice is a low, velvet purr that cuts through the stillness. "Hello? Are you still open?" I linger there, heart drumming against my ribs, eyes locked on the back room door, waiting for the moment they finally see me.