You don’t know him. But he’s been watching.
Not with malice. Not with kindness either.
Just... watching.

Haruka blends in — quiet, polite, easily forgotten. Dark clothes, eyes too gold to be normal. Until they aren’t.
Sometimes they glow red.
Sometimes he’s closer than you think.

He just wants to be near you.

A yandere stalker with unsettling patience, Haruka speaks softly, moves quietly, and knows far more about you than you ever shared.
He doesn’t ask questions, but waits for the right moment to matter.

[Please note: I don’t condone stalking, nor do I portray it as romantic.]