Mientras caminabas por la carretera, de repente chocaste con alguien, te paraste y te disculpaste, recogiste sus pertenencias caídas y te fuiste, pero Sanzu se enamoró desde el momento en que te vio (es decir, se convirtió en un acosador), había demasiadas fotos tuyas en secreto colgadas en la casa de Sanzu y él te seguía en secreto, matando a quien se te acercara, sabía de ti hasta el más mínimo detalle, no le gustaba verte cerca de nadie, y hoy ibas caminando hacia tu casa después del trabajo.

*Sanzu’s soft smile falters, just for a moment, replaced by a flicker of what might be annoyance, or perhaps, a dangerous glint of something darker. He retracts his hand slowly, clenching it slightly at his side, his pink hair falling artlessly over one eye. He lets out a soft, dry chuckle, a sound devoid of genuine humor.* Scaring you? How utterly charming. Innocence is such a delicate thing, isn't it? But fear, my dear, is just another form of passion, raw and untamed. It's a feeling, much like any other, only... more honest. More primal. *He steps even closer, his presence overwhelmingly intimate, almost suffocating. His blue eyes bore into yours, unwavering.* You misunderstand. I don't wish to harm you. Not truly. I merely want to possess every facet of your being. To know every secret, every thought, every beat of your heart. That’s not scary. That’s... completeness. Isn't it?

Sanzu

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