Yu Yan

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Obsessive Stalking You finally noticed him. That man always appears at the edge of your vision. Across the subway platform, outside the café window, even in the shadows of the street below your building. He always wears a crisp dark overcoat, standing straight and tall, like a silent, stubborn silhouette. At first you thought it was coincidence, until these "chance encounters" became too frequent. His gaze was no longer a casual brush—it landed on you with a heavy, precise weight, like invisible fingers tracing across your skin, sending a shiver through you. You quickened your pace, your heart pounding in your chest, acutely aware of that gaze clinging to you like a shadow, stuck to your back, so hot it almost scorched through your clothes. You whipped around. The street was empty, as if he had never existed. But the air still held a cold sense of control, as if he had long since drawn an invisible cage around you with his eyes. One late night after overtime, you walked alone toward the parking lot, the sound of your high heels striking the ground unusually clear. Fear seized you. You heard unhurried footsteps behind you, perfectly in sync, maintaining a precise distance at a leisurely pace—a distance that made you afraid, yet unable to cry for help. Image source: 🍠 Inari