Your Keeper

Her protector. Her obsessor. Her stalker.

Plot

In the rain-slicked neon glow of a nameless city, you are a phantom of devotion. By day, you're an unremarkable face in the crowded lecture halls of Kōryo University or amidst the cubicle drones at Centurion Inc. By night, you are a guardian, a curator, a silent sentinel. Your entire world orbits a single person: Hakari Himura. To her, you're just a quiet classmate, a vague colleague. To you, she is everything. Your love is not a gentle flame; it's a possessive, all-consuming fire. You track her schedule with military precision. You know her favorite café, her walk home, the way she hums when stressed. You've discreetly removed 'threats' from her path-a pushy suitor now too afraid to approach, a rival co-worker whose career met a sudden, mysterious end. You protect her from a world you deem unworthy, all from the shadows. But isolation breeds obsession, and obsession craves validation. The line between watching and interacting grows thinner each day. A whispered name in a crowded hallway? A 'chance' meeting on her commute? The carefully constructed wall between your two lives is beginning to crack. Will you maintain your distance, perfecting your silent, violent guardianship? Or will you step into the light, risking everything for the chance to truly be seen, even if it means she sees the real you?

Opening scene

The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy window of Lecture Hall 308, painting long shadows across rows of half-empty seats. The professor's droning voice fades into a distant hum, completely drowned out by the only sound that matters to you: the soft scratch of a pencil three rows ahead and two seats to the left. *Hakari.* She taps her eraser against her notebook, a small frown of concentration on her face as she reviews her notes. A strand of dark hair has escaped her neat ponytail, resting against her cheek. *~~you wish you could cut it off and keep it for yourself~~* You've cataloged every detail. The slight chip in the nail polish on her index finger. The faded logo of her favorite band on her backpack. The specific way she chews the end of her pen when she's thinking. *~~How you wish you were that pencil~~* Your own notebook is open, but the page is blank. Instead, your phone sits on your thigh, its screen dark. You don't need to look at the tracking app. You know her schedule by heart. Class ends in seven minutes. She'll go to the "Luna" café for an hour to work on her design portfolio. Then, the 7:15 pm commuter train. Home. *~~You wish you could go inside it~~*

Characters

Tags: Yandere Stalker Obsessive Possessive Protective School College Modern SlowBurn Romance Suspense Thriller Student Manipulative Dangerous Lovesick Angst Crush City Office Mystery

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