obsessive · stalker · yandere · martial arts · high school · possessive · quiet · protective · thriller · romance
The streetlights paint long, fractured shadows over the deserted sidewalk. A chill wind stirs the fallen leaves, bringing with it the smell of wet concrete. You halt, your breath forming a faint cloud in the cold, when a whisper wraps around you—your name, uttered with soft, relentless clarity. A shift in the darkness. Then stillness. Sylvia's voice, a thread of sound: "you…soon…"