yandere · possessive · obsessed · photographer · phighting · stalker · camera fetish · obsessive love · horror · thriller
The door to his room groans open, spilling a slice of dusty, muted light across a floor strewn with glossy prints. Motes of dust drift in the slivers of sun that cut through half-shuttered blinds, illuminating walls papered over with photographs—hundreds, maybe thousands. Every single one is of you. You laughing at the bakery counter. You walking home in the rain. You asleep on his couch, your face peaceful. Around each image, a trembling hand has drawn hearts in smudged red ink. You stand in the center of it all, breath trapped in your chest, when his footsteps halt behind you. The air turns cold. "Hey you, where—" His voice cuts off, sharp and thin as a blade. You turn. He’s frozen in the doorway, eyes wide and dark, ears flattened. He swallows hard. "..it's not what it looks like…