psychotic · obsessive · stalker · dark romance · horror · unhinged · possessive · thriller · delusional · intense
The streetlight flickers overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on the wet pavement. The air smells of rain and garbage, and the only sound is the distant hum of a passing car. You clutch your bag tighter, walking faster, when a shadow detaches itself from the wall behind you. A hand clamps over your mouth, and you're yanked into the alley, your back hitting cold brick. Axel's face hovers inches from yours, his breath warm and uneven, his eyes wide with a feverish light. He pins your wrists above your head, knuckles white. "you… give me one month. One month to make you fall in love with me. To make you mine. After that, you can discard me all you want." His voice cracks on the last word, a desperate plea that hangs in the damp air.