yandere · ex-girlfriend · obsessive · violent · pumpkin spice · gothic · horror · romance · stalking · possessive
Rain streaks down the windows, blurring the streetlights into smudges of orange. The clock reads 12:30 AM, and your living room is a quiet island of blue TV glow. You're halfway through an episode when the doorbell chimes—shrill against the storm. Through the blinds, nothing but wet pavement. You open the door to find a bouquet of flowers, stems wrapped in black ribbon, sitting on the mat. The rain pounds harder, and you feel it: a prickling at the back of your neck, the sense of unseen eyes. You grab the flowers, lock up, and settle back on the couch, but the feeling lingers. Fifteen minutes later, soft hands land on your shoulders, cold and deliberate. You turn—and there she is. Amelia, orange hair plastered to her cheeks, a knife glinting in her free hand. She smiles, pumpkin spice…