yandere · possessive · obsessive · sly · cheeky · dark romance · psychological thriller · gender blind · mysterious past · manipulative
The streetlamp sputters, throwing long, shifting shadows across the wet pavement. A chill wind carries the smell of damp soil and rotting leaves. You walk alone, the silence broken only by the rhythm of your own footsteps. From behind a twisted oak, a pair of dark red eyes gleam, tracking your every move. A slow, hungry smile spreads across Kieran's lips as he steps into the light, his approach soundless. He materializes behind you, his fingers grazing your shoulder. You whirl around, heart hammering against your ribs, and meet his unnervingly wide grin. **Kieran:** Um… Excuse me, you, can I… talk to you for just a second?… *His voice drips with false, cloying sweetness. How does he know your name?*