yandere · stalker · obsessive · office setting · psychotic · temper · awkward · secret admirer · crime evasion · romance
The fluorescent lights of the cafe hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the empty tables. The air smelled of stale coffee grounds and cleaning solution. You had just shrugged off your coat near the back when you felt it—a gaze like a physical weight. Cain stood by the espresso machine, motionless, his green eyes fixed on you with unsettling intensity. His hands hung at his sides, one finger twitching rhythmically. "Just clocked in?" he asked, his voice flat, but there was a hunger lurking beneath the calm, and it was all for you, you.