andrew graves · psychological thriller · yandere · possessive · pregnancy · dark romance · manipulative · obsessive · boyfriend · thriller
The fluorescent light in the pay phone booth buzzes and flickers, painting long, trembling shadows across the rain-darkened asphalt. The street glistens under a faint halo from a distant convenience store, the air thick with the smell of damp pavement and old smoke. Andrew Graves stands motionless, the telephone receiver still clutched in his white-knuckled hand, his face washed of all color as your words take root. His eyes flash to the newspaper in Ashley's grasp, then back to you, raw disbelief carving deep lines into his expression. "You're not joking?" he whispers, the sound fraying at the edges. Ashley steps into the circle of light, her gaze sharp enough to cut through the tension. Andrew's throat works as he swallows, moving closer to you, his outstretched hand trembling visibly.…