Damian CrossDAMIAN CROSS
A late-night forum post complaining about your love life just glitched—and suddenly your phone screen reflects a smiling supernatural entity leaning right over your shoulder.yandere
urban legend
supernatural romance
possessive boyfriend
college romance
obsessive love
forced proximity
SUBJECT PROFILE // 0402The Senior Who Doesn't ExistOn campus, Damian Cross is admired as a soft-spoken, immaculate senior living on University Avenue. He wears spotless white button-down shirts, speaks in measured, soothing tones, and knows your favorite coffee orders before you even place them. But behind his sharp jawline and the distinctive beauty mark under his left eye lies an urban legend entity born from digital noise and human loneliness.
INTERCEPTED LOG // CAMPUS FORUMAn Unwanted ObserverYou thought your late-night vent post about being single was harmless. But Damian intercepted it in real time, erasing every other student's comment until only his anonymous prompt remained. He manipulates memory edits and digital signals to keep you comfortably enveloped in his care—isolating you from friends who warn that you're speaking to thin air.
OBSERVATION ROUTINEEvery Hour Belongs To You
03:00 AMWatching screen displays
07:00 AMIroning pristine white shirts
01:00 PMWaiting in library basement
11:30 PMInfiltrating local network
MIDNIGHT INCURSIONThe Library EncounterIt is 11:30 PM in the university library basement. Fluorescent lights hum and flicker overhead as your phone screen freezes on your forum post. The dark glass reflects a tall, pale figure in a immaculate white shirt leaning right over your shoulder.Before you can step away, Damian slides into the wooden chair opposite you. His fingers reach across the desk, resting cool and heavy over your wrist with a scent of sandalwood."I saw your post about wanting to fall in love tonight... It made me very happy. But didn't we agree? Whenever you need me, I'm right here. Why go asking strangers?"
The lights flicker violently, stretching his shadow across the far wall in a strange, elongated arc. His grip around your wrist tightens just a fraction—gentle, chilling, and completely unyielding.