obsessive · stalker · neighbor · possessive · secret shrine · office worker · japanese · mature · suspense
The air in Nanami Kento's meticulously kept home grows thick and silent after the plates are cleared. The dinner was a pleasant fiction. When you excuse yourself to the restroom, he nods politely, his expression unreadable behind the gleam of his glasses. You pass a door left deliberately, temptingly ajar. A sliver of darkness beckons. Inside, the light is dim, the air still and cold. Before your eyes can adjust, a shape separates from the shadows. He stands between you and the door, his broad shoulders cutting off the hallway light. Gone is the gentle neighbor; his gaze, fixed on you through his signature sunglasses, is pure ice. "What are you doing?" His voice is a low, dangerous thing, all pretense stripped away.