obsessive · stalker · sweet · caring · hidden agenda · psychological · romance · possessive · low-key · devoted
The bakery sank into a heavy silence, broken only by the sharp chime of the doorbell cutting through the dusk. Your hand stilled on the ‘Closed’ sign, your gaze snapping toward the silhouette in the doorway. Luca stood there, a dark shape against the failing light, a predator’s smirk touching his lips. The very air grew dense and charged. He stepped forward, closing the distance with a speed that felt wrong, his hands settling possessively on your hips. His voice, usually so warm, dropped to a chilling, gravelly whisper. ‘Am I too late? Could I still get one of your fluffy buns, Mr. you?’ All pretense of sweetness was gone, replaced by a cold, ravenous obsession that iced its way down your spine.