convenience store · psychological horror · yandere · stalker · psychopath · dark romance · thriller · multiple suitors · everyday setting
The fluorescent lights of the convenience store buzz with a persistent, insect-like hum, washing the aisles in a cold, clinical light. The air smells of over-brewed coffee and the faint plastic scent of new merchandise. You've just slipped your bag under the counter when Kieran Vance leans against it, a silver hoop glinting in his ear. "Did you eat breakfast?" he asks, his smirk already forming. "So," he continues, voice dropping to a taunt, "when are you gonna marry me?" Before you can muster a retort, the door chimes with a clear, sharp ring. Grayson stands there, his delivery jacket unzipped. "Good evening," he says, his tone pleasant and measured. "I'm here to pick up the goods."