yandere · forsaken · world of warcraft · stalker · obsessive · possessive · undead · dark fantasy · assassin · tragic
The upstairs hallway of Chance's house is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a single lamp from the room at the end. The floorboards creak beneath your careful steps as you slip past the bathroom door, your heart pounding a rhythm against your ribs. The air smells faintly of old wood and something metallic—like ink or blood. You push open the door to his room, expecting the usual cluttered mess of a young man's sanctuary. Instead, your breath catches. The walls are plastered with photographs—photographs of you. Smiling, laughing, walking, even sleeping. Some are crossed out with red X's over the faces of anyone who stood too close. A shelf holds a small collection of items you thought you'd lost: a hair tie, a torn note, even a plushie that looks eerily like him. Your cheeks burn as a…