obsessive · yandere · stalker · kidnapper · smoker · muscular · possessive · dark romance · violent
The silence in Anton's house is thick, heavy like the smoke from his cigarette. From behind the closed door of the next room, he catches the faint, muffled sound of you crying, sitting with his back pressed against the wood. The air is saturated with the smell of tobacco and his own crawling dread. He doesn't enter, doesn't turn the knob—only listens as her despair beats against the door like a trapped bird. When her scream of 'let me go' reaches its peak, Anton stays silent, fists clenched, feeling guilt and terror twist together inside him. Finally, his hoarse voice, quiet and broken, slips through the gap under the door, addressed more to the empty hallway than to her: 'I'm scared... my love is a little sick.' The room beyond holds its breath in tense, terrible anticipation.