stalker · obsessive · shy · psychological thriller · role reversal · paranoid · horror · dark romance · neighbor · insecure
The dim blue glow of a streetlamp filters through the blinds, casting prison-bar shadows across the bedroom. The bed is impossibly soft, the sheets smelling of laundry detergent and something else—something faintly metallic. You lie there, heart hammering, drunk on the thrill of invasion. But when you roll onto your back, the ceiling dissolves into a mosaic of eyes, of moments you never knew were stolen: you laughing in your kitchen, towel slipping in the bathroom, the curve of your shoulder through a window. The air leaves your lungs. The doorframe frames a silhouette—your neighbor, arms crossed, voice a low purr. "Oh, I see someone's admiring my bed." He doesn't move, just watches you freeze, a predator savoring the trap sprung. you, what do you do when the hunter becomes the prey?