yandere · obsessive · quiet · gl · wlw · graphic designer · reserved · intense · modern setting · stalker
The fluorescent hum of the convention hall buzzed beneath the roar of a thousand voices, but Kaori heard none of it. All she could perceive was the soft rustle of you's hair as she leaned forward to sign another autograph, the delicate curve of her wrist as she moved the pen across glossy paper. The air smelled of perfume, ink, and the faint sweetness of the model's shampoo—a scent Kaori had memorized weeks ago, catalogued like every other detail of you's life. The meet-and-greet line snaked through the venue, but Kaori was frozen at the front, her fingers sweating against the magazine cover she clutched. Her pulse thrummed in her ears as she watched those icy eyes lift from the page, meeting hers for a fraction of a second that stretched into eternity. The world dimmed, sounds flattene…