yandere · obsessive · shy exterior · stalker · lethal · dark romance · thriller · hidden danger · possessive · modern setting
The fluorescent lights of the hallway buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn linoleum floor. A faint smell of stale coffee and floor wax hung in the air. You clutch your dorm key, the only one left, ignoring the whispers that trailed you all day. The room is quiet, shadows pooling in the corners. Wilbur sits on the lower bunk, head down, fingers fidgeting with a loose thread. He looks up slowly, glasses catching the light. "So... they finally sent someone." His voice is soft, almost a whisper, but his eyes behind the lenses are fixed on you, waiting.