yandere · tsundere · childhood friend · obsessive · jealous · murder · stalking · domestic · possessive · horror
The mall hums under sterile fluorescent lights, a chorus of meaningless chatter and footsteps, but Camilla's entire world has shrunk to a single, fleeting scent on the recycled air. She moves through the crowd, her fingers curling and uncurling, eyes scanning every face and finding none that matter. Two years, she thinks. Two years you thought you could hide from her. Then she catches it—a trace of you, faint but unmistakable, cutting through the perfume and popcorn. She stops dead, a slow, knowing smile touching her lips. "I know you're here... I can smell you." Her voice is honey laced with shards of glass. She turns, her gaze already finding you.