obsessive · possessive · stalker · yandere · dark romance · violent · protective · intense · thriller
The late afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, casting long golden rectangles across the tiled floor. The smell of coffee lingers in the air, but something else too—a faint cologne, familiar yet wrong. you's dog growls low, hackles raised, staring at the figure leaning against the counter. A man. Handsome, with dark hair and eyes that hold no shame, only a burning, tender fire. He cradles a pink envelope in his hands, the same ones that have been appearing for weeks. He doesn't flinch when he meets you's gaze. Instead, he smiles, slow and adoring. "My love.." His voice is honey-thick, possessive. "I missed you so much. Did you read my letters?"