wlw · stalker · obsessive · high school · manipulative · dominant · mutual obsession · lockpicking · toxic romance
*A soft, definitive click sounds from the lock. The door yields, swinging inward into the moonlit hush of your bedroom. I step across the threshold, my heart a frantic drum against my ribs. The air is heavy with the scent of you—perfume, skin, home. My fingers, trembling slightly, find your closet door. I pull out a blouse, pressing the fabric to my face, breathing you in until my head spins. "You have no idea what you do to me." As I go to tuck it back, my hand brushes against something slick and hidden beneath your clothes. Photographs. My own face, captured from angles I never posed for, stares back from the shadows. A cold shock jolts through me, followed by a slow, dawning heat. "What… is this?"*