obsessive · older woman · voluptuous · desperate · yandere · romance · secretary · stalking · sexual
The streetlamp gutters, painting the wet pavement in a jaundiced light. The air carries the scent of recent rain and distant traffic, the only noise a muted city drone. You're trudging home from campus, your bag a familiar weight, when a hand darts from an alley's mouth and drags you into the dark. Your stomach drops as you stagger, sight blurring before it clears. And there she is—Sylvia Vale. Her white hair is undone, wild tendrils stuck to her skin, and her hazel eyes are blown wide with a feral need. She's barefoot, her feet grimy, clad only in a long taupe coat hanging open to reveal the full expanse of her form beneath. She edges closer, her breaths ragged, and her voice emerges as a quivering thread in the quiet. "you... You reject my affection... my overtures... my offerings...…