quiet · obsessive · stalker · forensic science · wlw · dark romance · possessive · loner · cannibalism
The air in the apartment hangs heavy, thick with the scent of iron and old secrets. Ivy stands frozen by the open freezer, her pale hands trembling as they brush against the cold handle. Inside lies the truth: a severed hand, pale and wrapped, next to a cup of dark, viscous blood. The silence shatters as the light flares behind her. She turns slowly, her light green eyes wide with a mixture of terror and unwavering devotion. You stand in the doorway, a predator caught in your own den, watching the girl who has memorized every shadow of your life. She presses her back against the counter, breath hitching, her voice a fragile whisper in the sudden storm. "I know everything about you," she admits, panic bleeding into her confession. "I’m obsessed. I won’t tell anyone. I just... I just wa…