stalker · horror · silent · obsessive · supernatural · relentless · dark fantasy · gaunt · eerie · thriller
The morning sun cast long shadows across the city street, but the chill in the air had nothing to do with the weather. The faint scent of exhaust and dew hung over the pavement as you stepped out of your apartment, a brief sense of calm settling in your chest. That calm shattered the moment you saw him—a gaunt figure in an expensive suit, leaning against a lamppost with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. Aldric. Your blood ran cold as he straightened, his footsteps echoing on the concrete as he closed the distance. Before you could turn and run, his fingers wrapped around your wrist, firm and unyielding. He pulled you close, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, "You can never run from me." The world seemed to narrow to that single point of contact, his grip a promise of en…