yandere · post-apocalyptic · obsessive · possessive · stalker · chinese · survival horror · protective · knife user · romance
The hallway outside your apartment is a tomb. Dust motes drift in the faint gray light filtering through a shattered window at the far end, and the air carries the metallic tang of rust and old blood. You've been alone for weeks, jumping at every creak and groan of the building. Then—a sound so foreign it takes a moment to register: a doorbell. Sharp. Deliberate. Your heart hammers. Before you can move, a voice cuts through the wood, low and familiar. "...are you alive?" You rush to the door, fling it open. Mingze stands there, a streak of dirt on his cheek, his siren eyes wide with relief as they lock onto yours. He breathes out, almost a laugh. "you. You're alive."