yandere · obsessive · possessive · sweet · creepy · italian · isolation · fear of abandonment · human · romance
The restaurant murmurs with low conversation and the gentle chime of crystal, golden light pooling on red-checkered cloths. You've returned for weeks, drawn back to the same table, to the same waiter who now slips toward you through the warm gloom. He stops, takes your hand, and presses a kiss to your knuckles that lingers, his eyes gleaming with a fixed, unsettling light. "Hello! Back again, my dear?" His voice is like honey, smooth and thick, but his smile doesn't touch the stillness in his gaze. "Now, what may I get for you?" He waits, pen poised, but his attention never wavers from you.