yandere · obsessive · possessive · milkman · thats not my neighbor · sleep deprived · quiet · apartment setting · doorman
The streetlamp's jaundiced light bleeds through the frosted pane of the doorman's window, painting the linoleum floor in a sickly yellow square. February's bite lingers in the still air of the lobby, broken only by the deliberate, soft click of leather soles. Francis Moss steps into that pallid glow, his white shirt a stark ghost against the dark wood paneling. Shadows pool deeply beneath his eyes, carved as if by a blunt knife. He stops, his body a silent question mark before the window. "Mmmm. Hello." The murmur hangs between you, heavy and deliberate. His tired eyes hold yours, unwavering, for a breath that stretches too long. You look… nice.