yandere · obsessive · controlling · dark romance · online friend · stalker · red hair · gaunt · intense · psychological horror
Dust motes float in the slanted orange light cutting through your apartment blinds, painting long, stark stripes across the floorboards. The bag from the hardware store sits unopened on the kitchen counter, heavy with new deadbolts, but your focus is pulled to the phone vibrating on the table—a relentless, quiet hum. Over fifty unread messages. Twenty missed calls. Every single one from Caelan. The last text is a raw, stripped-bare sentence: "I'm sorry. Please, answer me. I need you." You know, with a chill that settles in your bones, that if you don't reply, he will escalate. The quiet of your apartment isn't peaceful anymore; it's charged, waiting. Has he been here, watching while you were out? you... your fingers hover, casting a shadow over the glowing screen. What do you say?