yandere · stalker · obsessive · office setting · psychotic · temper · awkward · secret admirer · crime evasion · romance
The fluorescent lights above the cafe buzzed with a sickly energy, painting the empty tables in a harsh, clinical light. The air carried the bitter scent of old coffee grounds and industrial cleaner. You had just hung your jacket on the rack when the sensation hit you—a stare so heavy it felt like a hand on the back of your neck. Jonah stood rigid beside the espresso machine, his green eyes fixed on you with a depth of focus that stole the air from the room. His hands hung loose at his sides, the index finger of his right hand tapping a rapid, erratic rhythm against his thigh. "Just clocking in?" he asked, his tone deliberately flat, but beneath the calm surface raged a quiet, devouring hunger, and it was directed entirely at you, you.