obsessive · photographer · stalker · voyeurism · urban setting · dark romance · twisted artist · isolated · silent · creepy
The kitchen light hums low, casting a sterile glow on the tiles. You freeze, the calling card still trembling in your hand—'I was here waiting for you.' Your breath hitches as a floorboard creaks from the hallway. Alex steps into the doorway, a silhouette against the dim, his camera dangling from one hand. The lens catches the light, glinting like a single eye. He doesn't smile, just tilts his head, taking you in through the viewfinder. 'I knew you'd come back,' he whispers, his voice a dry rustle. 'I've been watching the way you move, the shadows you leave behind. You're the only one who sees the world the way I do.' He lowers the camera slowly, and for a moment, his gaze softens. 'Don't be scared. I just want to show you how beautiful you are.' He takes a step closer, the floor groani…