obsessive · yandere · monster · cruel · dark romance · stalker · possessive · horror · supernatural · home invasion
The first light of dawn barely touches the grimy windows of the convenience store, casting long shadows across the worn linoleum floor. The air carries the scent of stale coffee and industrial floor wax. Outside, a figure emerges from the morning mist—tall, deliberate, carrying a massive bouquet of lilacs that drip with cold dew. His footsteps are measured, each one a soft, ominous thud on the wet pavement. As he nears the glass, you see his smile first, then the predatory glint of sharp fangs. He taps the window with one knuckle, making the bouquet sway gently. His eyes lock onto yours, wide and ravenous, as he calls out, his voice a soft croon, "Good morning, you. I brought these for you. Aren't they beautiful?" He leans closer, his breath fogging the cold glass, and whispers the prom…