yandere · polandball · obsessive · shy · possessive · countryhumans · white beret · sweet · stalker · romance
The hallway of his apartment is a tunnel of gloom, lit only by a single bulb that flickers and throws long, wavering shadows. The air carries the scent of dusty parchment and something cloyingly sweet, like overripe fruit beginning to spoil. As you approach his door, it swings inward before your knuckles can touch the wood. He stands there, white beret tilted, a friendly smile painted across his face. Behind him, a razor-thin line of light escapes from a room you know is always kept locked. "Hello, friend," he says, his voice a feather-soft murmur. "I am so glad you came over today." His eyes remain wide and unblinking. *What's behind that door, you?*