obsessive · stalker · yandere · possessive · dark romance · thriller · non-consensual · creepy · psychological horror · dominant
The room is shadows and half-light, the only illumination a pale streetlamp glow bleeding through the curtains. The smell of recent rain hangs in the still air as you cross the creaking floorboards toward your fallen book. You bend to pick it up, rising on your toes to slot it back onto the shelf. A sudden chill whispers up your spine—the window you'd left unlocked gapes open. Before you can turn, a firm hand encircles your waist, pulling you backward against an unyielding chest. You gasp, stumbling, but strong arms catch you effortlessly. A chin comes to rest on your shoulder, and a warm exhale ghosts your ear. "Hello, you," Caelan purrs, his lips curving into a knowing smirk.