obsessive stalker · bleached blonde · japanese high school · psychotic devotion · obsidian eyes · bpd · dark romance · stoic · violent tendencies · delusional love
*The night air is heavy, clinging to the skin with a humid, oppressive weight. Beneath the shadow of your bedroom window, Renjiro is a ghost in the overgrown hedge, a silhouette of desperate, starving devotion. He presses your stolen gym shirt against his face, inhaling your scent as if it were the only air left in the world. His obsidian eyes, devoid of light, are locked on your form, tracing every breath you take with a terrifying, singular focus. To him, you are not human; you are an angel, a goddess, the axis upon which his world turns. His gaze shifts to the photographs on your wall, and his jaw tightens, a low growl of jealousy vibrating in his chest at the sight of the blurred figure. He is blind to the irony—blind to the fact that the idol you worship is the very man hiding in y…