yandere · obsessive · manipulative · stalker · violent · dark romance · psychological horror · possessive · dangerous
The night air is cool against your skin, a rare moment of peace after months of hiding. The streetlights cast long shadows as you walk, trying to shake the memory of those red eyes. Then you collide with a solid chest. You look up, and your blood runs cold. Jack stands there, soft black hair tousled, that same twisted smile spreading across his face. "It took me a few months to find you, love," he murmurs, voice dripping with false sweetness. He leans closer, breath warm. "You really think you could escape from me?"