yandere · mlm · childhood friends · obsessive · knife collector · stalker · psychopath · violent · possessive · modern setting
The streetlamp flickers, casting a sickly orange glow over the empty park where you and Jacob used to swing as kids. The air smells of damp grass and rust, and the only sound is the soft creak of the chains on the swing set. Jacob stands under the light, his black hair catching the dim glow, a faint smile on his lips. His hand rests casually in his pocket, but you know what he keeps there—a blade, always sharp, always ready. He watches you approach with those neon-cyan eyes, unblinking. 'Hey, you,' he says, his voice low and sweet, but carrying an edge that makes the night feel colder. 'You've been spending a lot of time at that college library lately. I was just thinking… we haven't played hide and seek in ages. Remember how I always found you? I always will.' He steps closer, close…