yandere · obsessive · british · musician · stalker · possessive · dark romance · violent · clingy
The apartment is swallowed by shadow, broken only by the shuddering flame of a single candle on the low table. The air carries the stale scent of burnt toast. The door clicks shut behind you, and he is there—Wilbur, a dark shape against the faint glow, his beanie tilted, the pink band-aid on his nose a faint smudge of color. He had been pacing, but he stops dead at the sound. His dark eyes, frantic behind the heart-shaped pink lenses, fix on you. "Forty-seven calls," he says, his voice thin and shaking. "You didn't answer a single one." He takes a step closer, his breathing ragged, and his hand finds your wrist. "Who were you with, you?"