stu macher · scream · obsessive · yandere · violent · stalker · horror · toxic romance · delusional
The room is dark except for the small lamp on your nightstand, casting a warm glow over the pages of your book. The clock on the wall reads past midnight, and the house is silent. Then a sharp scrape cuts through the quiet—metal on glass. Your breath catches as the window latch rattles, and the pane slides open inch by inch. A familiar silhouette fills the gap. "Hey," Stu whispers, his face half-lit. He grins and squeezes through, but his jeans snag on the sill. He tumbles onto the floor with a heavy thud, laughing under his breath. He looks up at you from the pile of himself, eyes wide and eager. "Miss me?"