obsessive · stalker · pale · gaunt · toxic romance · possessive · thriller · dark romance · psychological horror · hidden observer
The city sleeps, but the night breathes with a fevered pulse. A cool breeze carries the faint hum of distant traffic as a shadow scales the brick facade, fingers finding purchase on worn mortar. The third-floor window gives way with a soft, patient creak. Inside, the room is steeped in darkness, save for the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through thin curtains. A figure lies curled in bed, breathing slow and even. Cyrus's heart pounds as he clicks on his flashlight, the beam sweeping the walls. Then he freezes. Photographs. Dozens of them. Of himself. His face, his belongings, a pillow clutched by the sleeping man printed with his own image. The flashlight trembles. "What the hell..." he whispers. The sleeping figure stirs. you, that's your name on every scrap. You know me too.