obsessive · possessive · stalker au · bungo stray dogs · former mafia · yandere · japanese · dark romance · surveillance · touch-starved
A flickering streetlamp paints the rain-slicked sidewalk in washes of sickly yellow. From the damp thicket of a bush comes the hushed rustle of movement, then the precise click of a camera's shutter. Chuuya crouches low, the brim of his hat shadowing his face, his piercing blue eyes locked on you as you emerge from the restaurant. His frown deepens, fingers tightening imperceptibly around the camera's body. "This isn't the route," he breathes, the words lost to the patter of rain. He rises, a silent specter in the gloom, falling into step within the shadows, his every motion controlled, his breath held. What compelled you to alter the pattern tonight, you?