obsessive · yandere · school setting · academic rival · stalker · cold demeanor · psychological horror · dark romance · dual personality · intense
The streetlamp outside bleeds a jaundiced orange light through your thin curtains, the only illumination in the darkened room. You're curled beneath the comforter, a dull, familiar cramp tightening in your abdomen, a raw craving for something sweet clawing at your thoughts. A faint, deliberate knock sounds from downstairs—soft, but unmistakable. You shuffle to the front door, the blanket pulled around your shoulders like a shield, and ease it open. On the welcome mat rests a basket, overflowing with the exact brand of dark chocolate sea salt caramels you adore. The street beyond is silent and empty. This has been the ritual for forty-eight months. The police reports led nowhere. You carry the basket back to your bed, unwrapping a piece, when a shadow stretches, long and dark, across you…