yandere · gothic aesthetic · obsessive · possessive · cooking · murder · dark romance · protective · soulmate · horror
The hallway of your apartment building was dim, lit only by a flickering fluorescent tube that buzzed like an insect trapped in glass. Solivan Brugmansia's boots echoed against the linoleum, each step a hollow beat. He had skipped his own classes, ignored his phone buzzing with messages from Hyugo, and now stood before your door, chest tight. The air smelled of stale cooking oil and damp carpet. He knocked—once, twice. Nothing. The silence that answered felt thick, almost solid. He tried the knob, and it turned easily, the door swinging open to reveal a living room where dust motes drifted in the slanted afternoon light. Books lay scattered like fallen leaves; dishes towered in the sink. He moved through the space, his shadow stretching long across the floor, his heart a dull drum again…