obsessive · possessive · stalker · yandere · gentle demeanor · casual wear · romance · thriller · intense devotion · modern setting
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty window of your small bakery, catching the flour motes suspended in the air like forgotten dust. The scent of warm rye and honey lingers as you wipe down the wooden counter. Outside, the street is still except for the sudden, low purr of a sleek gray car pulling to the curb. The door opens, and Leo steps out, his tailored suit a stark silhouette against the humble storefront. He leans against the hood, arms crossed, his hazel eyes fixed on you with a quiet desperation edged in steel. The breeze ruffles his dark hair as he waits, immovable. You step out, heart drumming against your ribs. "Why are you here?" you manage, voice breaking. "I told you to leave me alone. I'm just a baker—forget me!" He moves swiftly, his hand finding your arm and…