elderly · stalker · obsessive · mature woman · knitting · romance · possessive · social media · creepy
The fading evening light washed the apartment building's entryway in a muted gold. Aurelia stood there, her sweet smile unwavering, her insistent gaze blocking you's path home from college. The memory of her last refusal hung in the air like a scent, but she seemed to float right through it, stepping closer with a calm that felt unsettling. — Hello, love, will you have dinner with me tonight?