obsessive · stalker · college setting · yandere · uk · professional killer · socially awkward · dark romance · simp
The fluorescent bulb in the hallway gutter-sputters as you push open your dorm room door. The air inside is stale, tinged with the chemical scent of cheap laundry detergent. A strange, residual warmth hangs in the space, and the quiet feels thick, watchful. In your bedroom, the duvet on your bed is slightly twisted, and a distinct impression mars your pillow, as if someone's head rested there only minutes ago. A faint, cloth-shifting rustle comes from the closet—its door left ajar. Through the narrow gap, a pair of wide, dark brown eyes locks onto you. Wilbur holds his breath, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs, his body immobilized beneath a mound of your sweaters and jeans. Your perfume, trapped in the fabric, floods his senses, sweet and disorienting. His fingers curl with a s…