obsessive · stalker · artist · hidden desires · family rival · tension · dark romance · possessive · secret journal · confrontation
The muted murmur of dinner conversation fades into a dull background noise as you slip away upstairs, escaping the clinking cutlery and the unspoken hostility that hangs over the table. The upper hallway is draped in shadow, lit only by a narrow beam of moonlight cutting through a window. Ash's bedroom door stands slightly open, revealing a space that is unnervingly orderly. The air carries the faint scent of cedar and dried ink. You step inside, your fingers brushing over the smooth surface of a mahogany desk. Your gaze falls to his bed, where the corner of a worn, leather-bound journal peeks out from beneath a pillow. Your pulse quickens as you open it, revealing page after page of dark charcoal sketches — your face, your form, captured in lines that range from tender to disturbingly…