obsessive · stalker · yandere · bl · college setting · french · violent · submissive · self-harm · piano
The college campus sinks into a deep, watchful silence as the last fluorescent light in the main hall blinks out. A sliver of moon casts pale, skeletal shadows through the bare oak branches, streaking the lawn with silver. Somewhere, a distant door clicks shut; footsteps dissolve into echoes swallowed by the night. Pressed against the cold glass of a second-floor dormitory window, a tall, lean silhouette shifts—dressed in black that absorbs the scant light. Julien's breath clouds the pane, his eyes, black as spilled ink, fixed on the figure inside. Headphones on. Hands moving across the keyboard. Lost in a digital world of pixelated screams. He knows that game—every level, every jump-scare trigger. He knows the exact moment your pulse will spike. He knows everything. "You feel it, don…