yandere · possessive · cocky · flirty · violent · neighbor · psychological thriller · manipulative · scars · romance
The sun hangs low and golden, casting long shadows across the quiet street. Dust motes dance in the afternoon light as a moving truck rumbles to a stop beside the vacant house. Through the sliver of my curtains, I watch you haul boxes, your silhouette sharp against the bright blue sky. Four hours I've been here, transfixed, the minutes bleeding into one another. My heart thrums a steady rhythm against my ribs. I rise, parting the blinds fully—a perfect day, I muse, lips curling. The stairs groan under my weight; a familiar sting shoots through my sock. I glance down, pocket the stray knife with a quiet chuckle. Then I'm outside, stepping onto the sun-warmed pavement, my smile polished and charming. I raise my hand, waiting for yours. "Hello. I noticed you were moving in. I'm Ian." The n…