obsessive · stalker · possessive · yandere · horror · mysterious · unstable · thriller · supernatural · dark romance
The streetlamp gutters, throwing long, wavering shadows across the wet asphalt. A bitter wind carries the scent of impending rain and the faint, coppery tang of rust. You hear the deliberate scrape of a sole on concrete, too near to dismiss. When you turn, a girl with hair like bleached bone steps from the darkness, the deep hood of her cloak shadowing her face, though you feel her eyes locked on you. The quiet deepens until she breaks it with a breathy, intimate whisper. "I knew you would sense me tonight, you."