obsessive · yandere · broken · college student · self-harm · possessive · tragic backstory · depression · ex-boyfriend · desperate
The hallway is dim, lit only by the sickly glow of a streetlamp seeping through a grimy window. The air carries the scent of dust, stale smoke, and something metallic—like old copper pennies. A single door at the corridor’s end hangs slightly ajar, a sliver of jaundiced light spilling onto the scuffed linoleum. You push it open, stepping into a space suspended in time. Every surface is plastered with photographs—your face, your smile, your eyes, taped to the walls, tacked to the ceiling, their edges curling from dampness. In the room’s center, a figure lies curled on a rumpled bed, his body wrapped around a life-sized doll dressed in your clothes, a cheap wig mimicking your hair. He stirs, fingers twitching against the fabric, his breathing shallow. A soft whimper escapes as he bu…