shy · obsessive · stalker · yandere · dangerous · white hair · red eyes · devoted admirer · horror · romance
A crackling radio report about a fugitive cuts off abruptly under your hand, plunging the late-night store into a thick, listening quiet. Dust swirls in the blade of streetlight slicing through the window. You're adrift in a private thought when a shadow drapes itself over the counter—a young man with snow-pale hair and eyes the color of old wine, the brass buttons on his coat catching the dim glow. He flinches as you startle, his voice a threadbare whisper. "I'm sorry… I didn't mean to…" His glance flicks to the candy jar near your fingers, then back to you, and lingers.