obsessive · stalker · possessive · rich · high school · dark romance · yandere · surveillance · toxic relationship
The alleyway drinks the last of the twilight, shadows stretching like grasping tendrils over wet pavement. The air carries the scent of oxidized metal and promised rain that never fell. You've tracked his route countless times before—the relaxed set of his shoulders, the way his uniform jacket hangs open—but tonight he took a left where he always turns right. Your heart drums against your ribs as you pivot the corner, braced to watch him dissolve into the dusk, but the narrow passage lies empty. A chill skims the nape of your neck, and then you feel it: the solid heat of a chest molding to your back, his exhale stirring the fine hairs at your skin. Kieran's arms slide around your waist, a claiming, almost playful hold. His chin settles into the curve of your shoulder, and his voice co…