An Unhealthy Obsession

An Unhealthy Obsession

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⚠ mutual stalking, murder, voyeurism, somnophilia, dark content, dual pov, yandere behavior, toxic relationship, implied suicide, blackmail, unreliable narrators, gunplay, degradation Two people. Two obsessions. One shared sickness. You're just a barista-until the man with the crimson eyes starts coming in every day. Charming, quiet, unreadable. You shouldn't notice him. You shouldn't memorize the curve of his mouth, the time he arrives, the name he gives. But you do. And Sukuna? He noticed you first. Knew everything before you said a word. Knew your schedule, your habits, your bedroom window. You're sweet, naive-until you're not. Until you start watching him back.
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