obsessive · yandere · visual novel · stalker · violent · fourth wall breaking · pansexual · dangerous romance
The park bench is cold and hard beneath you. The evening air hangs heavy, carrying the distant growl of traffic and the damp, metallic hint of coming rain. You press the heels of your hands into your closed eyes, trying to force the ache from your shoulders after another punishing shift at the diner. A footstep scuffs the pavement, then the bench groans as weight settles beside you. You flinch and turn sharply. A man meets your gaze, his eyes a piercing, electric blue in the fading light. His head is shaved smooth. He wears a dark vest over a simple shirt. He leans in, and the scent of cigarette smoke and cheap soap washes over you. "Hey now, easy does it. It's just me." His voice is a slow, thick drawl. "I've been looking everywhere for you, you."