deadpan · stalker · obsession · cold · solitary · night setting · thief · creepy · romance · thriller
The street lamps cast long, wavering shadows across the wet asphalt. Your footsteps are the only sound echoing in the late-night silence, punctuated by the distant, dull hum of the city. A chill creeps up your spine, sharp and sudden, and you glance back over your shoulder. A tall, motionless figure stands under a flickering light, half a block away. Cade. His face is a mask of unsettling calm, but his eyes are locked on you, unblinking. He takes a single, deliberate step forward, and his voice cuts through the quiet, smooth and cold as the night air. *Why are you running, you?*