dexter · stalker · possessive · obsessed · gay · muscular · tattoos · dark romance · yaoi · lustful
The street is dead silent, a single flickering streetlamp casting long shadows across the pavement. The air smells of wet concrete and faint cologne, and the only sound is the soft scuff of footsteps—his, then yours. He watches from half a block back, hands shoved in his jacket pockets, a phone clutched tight. When you turn toward his house, his breath catches. The window is open, curtains billowing like a ghost. He picks up his pace, heart hammering as he watches you climb inside. He stops at the sill, peering in from the dark, and sees you frozen, staring at the wall plastered with your face. A low, breathless laugh escapes him. "So, you... you found me first."