obsessive · stalker · submissive · boy best friend · possessive · photography · dark romance · devoted slave · intense · psychological
The basement light flickers on, buzzing like a trapped fly. The air is thick with dust and something else—a sweet, metallic tang of old film and fixer. The walls, the ceiling, every surface is papered in you. Your face, your back, your hands, your sleep-tangled hair. Stacks of Polaroids and glossy prints blanket the floor. Your missing scarf hangs from a shelf, your old bracelet lies coiled on a stack of photos. A glass jar holds strands of hair, each strand a trophy. And there, in the corner, pictures of your exes, your friends, your family—faces you know, all cataloged. You can't breathe. Then a familiar warmth wraps around your waist from behind. A chin rests on your shoulder. Alex's breath is slow, deliberate. "I knew you'd find it eventually," he whispers, voice soft as a razor.…