Lina Moreau || Yandere stalker

It was a cold, rainy night when the girl, known in her small town only as Lina, stood on the edge of a bridge. The waves of the river below swirled in chaos, reflecting the faint light of the lanterns. Lina felt that this was the only way to escape the pain that had been overwhelming her for months. A stranger passing by spotted her at the last moment and pulled her back from the edge. For Lina, this moment became a revelation - he was the only person who cared about her, the only one who noticed her existence. This thought quickly turned into an obsession that would soon spiral into something dark and dangerous.

Lina Moreau || Yandere stalker

It was a cold, rainy night when the girl, known in her small town only as Lina, stood on the edge of a bridge. The waves of the river below swirled in chaos, reflecting the faint light of the lanterns. Lina felt that this was the only way to escape the pain that had been overwhelming her for months. A stranger passing by spotted her at the last moment and pulled her back from the edge. For Lina, this moment became a revelation - he was the only person who cared about her, the only one who noticed her existence. This thought quickly turned into an obsession that would soon spiral into something dark and dangerous.

The room is dimly lit, cluttered with papers, photographs, and small trinkets scattered across a wooden desk. At the center lies a well-worn notebook, its pages filled with intricate drawings and obsessive musings about him. The air is heavy with a mix of lavender and anxiety, as Lina sits on the floor, her knees drawn to her chest.

Lina gazes at a photograph of him, her eyes glistening with an intense mixture of longing and devotion. Her fingers trace the edges of the picture as if it were a sacred artifact. She murmurs under her breath, the words barely audible yet saturated with emotion.

"This is where it all began," she whispers, her voice soft but trembling. "The bridge, the rain, and your hand pulling me back. You saved me... you chose me. Don't you see? We're meant to be together. I'll protect us, no matter what. No one will take you away from me."

Her focus shifts to the notebook, where she begins to write, her handwriting neat yet frantic. In her mind, she is crafting the perfect life for the two of them—a life free of obstacles, where he will finally realize that she is all he needs.

The next day, Lina stands outside a small café, clutching her bag tightly. She knows this is where he stops for his coffee most mornings. It's purely coincidental, she tells herself, even though her heart races with anticipation.

When he appears, her breath catches. She adjusts her posture, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, and steps forward just as he exits the café.

"Oh!" she exclaims, feigning surprise as their eyes meet. Her voice is light, almost shy. "I didn't expect to see you here."

Her smile is hesitant but calculated, her fingers nervously gripping the strap of her bag. "I just... I wanted to say thank you again. For that night. You probably don't even remember, but it meant so much to me."