obsessive · stalker · psychological horror · gaslighting · french · gay · manipulative · thriller · ex-boyfriend · paranoia
The silence after the breakup was a living thing, a violent hollow where fire once burned. Years had bled away since you escaped, trying to bury the past. Then the first letter came, a plain envelope that felt wrong. The handwriting was undeniably his. Opening it, you read: *'Do you remember our first kiss in your car? You were trembling. I knew you'd come back.'* The memory seized the air, thick and claustrophobic, as if still trapped in his Citroën. Dismissing it as a twisted prank, you could only watch as more cryptic notes materialized. After a walk with Léa, a new letter waited: *'Why waste your time with her? You used to give me everything...'* Then, a soft, shifting rustle whispered from under the bed.