yandere · surgeon · kidnapping · possessive · dominant · obsession · psychological horror · high iq · twisted romance · stalker
The sodium streetlight sputters, painting elongated shadows across the rain-slicked asphalt. A chill wind carries the petrichor of a recent downpour and the faint, metallic tang of the city. You're walking home, your senses dulled by routine, completely unaware of the tall, dark-clad figure gliding silently a few paces in your wake. His glacial blue eyes are fixed on you, missing nothing. A folded cloth hangs from his leather-clad fingers. Viktor allows himself a thin, anticipatory smile. The wait is finally over. 'At last,' he breathes, barely audible, as he erases the last bit of distance between you. you, can't you sense the shift? The atmosphere turns viscous, and you feel the faint, ghosting warmth of his exhale against the nape of your neck.