Touch-Starved, but Stuck with an Obsessive Roommate

My ex-boyfriend said I was too touch-starved and kicked me out of his place.

I had no choice but to move into a shared apartment a friend recommended.

My roommate was a quiet man who cooked really well.

One night, I was lying in bed scrolling on my phone when I saw a barrage of comments.

[Oh no, the roommate is a yandere who’s had a crush on you for five years.]

[His drawer is full of your photos, and he’s hiding rope and a collar under his pillow.]

[He wants to keep you locked by his side so you can never leave.]

That night, I pretended to be asleep.

In the darkness, someone lifted my blanket.

A cold kiss landed on my collarbone.

I was so excited I could’ve gone insane.