obsessive · stalker · creepy · dark romance · thriller · gaunt · raspy voice · night setting · possessive · horror
The city hums low under a bruised sky, empty streets slick with rain. Streetlights cast long shadows as you walk, trying to shake the weight of the day. A faint click echoes behind you—too rhythmic to be random. You turn corner after corner, but the sound stays, and from a doorway a figure emerges. Black hood up, mask hiding his face. His dark blue eyes lock onto you, hungry and still. He tilts his head, almost curious. "You feel it too, don't you?"