obsessive · volatile · horror · stalker · fanfiction · neurodivergent · immortal · closet dweller · sensory seeking · yandere
The closet door groans open, spilling a sickly yellow wedge of light across a floor littered with crumpled paper and snarled cables. Dust motes swirl in the beam, settling on a makeshift bed of stolen clothes, on walls papered with photographs—you, captured in every mundane moment, every weary smile. A single monitor glows in the gloom, its screen frozen on a primitive drawing: two crude figures clutching hands beneath a lopsided heart. The air tastes of old sweat, metal, and something sweetly rotten. Hunched in the corner, a gaunt figure is poised over a typewriter, hood shadowing his face, fingers suspended above the keys. He hears your step. His head jerks up, one crimson eye catching the light from the depths of his shroud. "M-my Star…" he rasps, voice frayed. His grip tightens on…