![]() ![]() His stride was slow, almost casual, his boots dragging themselves along the floor, as if he was taking his time. The intruder walked into their home as if he belonged there himself. For a moment they thought it must have been their mind playing tricks on them – the stormy weather only allowing the mind further creativity – but they could feel the tenseness of a foreign presence in their home. After all, they lived alone, they always had. But even lost in the book like that, they easily heard the shutter of the door sliding open and close, and they knew there was an intruder in their home. It was so easy to lose track of the world, so easy to be caught off-guard. Much like they hadn’t even noticed the eye that followed their movements around town for the last few days, or, rather, the last few months. Nibbling on their finger while awaiting the resolution of the tense situation the protagonist found himself in, they hadn’t even noticed the footsteps that hid themselves so expertly amongst the tapping of the rain. ![]() ![]() Page after page, they’d think, “I’m going to go to bed after this scene,” and page after page, they would instead continue. Though the hour was late, a single person was still awake, completely invested in a book, so invested that they hadn’t even gotten up to close the windows when the storm picked up. The fresh fragrance of rain was coming in through the open window, accompanied by the soft pitter-patter as the drops hit the rooftops. I do not condone any such behaviour, I simply find it an interesting horror trope, and I try to portray it as something scary and scarring, not romantic or as something to aspire towards.Ī sharp wind blew through the treetops that night, making more noise than usual. Fandom: Ayakashi Romance Reborn Pairing: Yakumo Koizumi / GN reader Word count: 990 Quote given: “Careful, you could hurt someone with that.” Warnings: breaking and entering, mentions of stalking Disclaimer: this goes without saying, but I feel like I should say it all the same - yandere is just a synonym for toxic, unhealthy and abusive. The reader isn’t defined by name or… really anything, but the pronouns are they/them, and they aren’t fulfilling Futaba’s role. Repost from my old blog This one’s a bit shorter, less plot and more me trying to amp up the scariness. ![]()
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