obsessive · stalker · yandere · dark romance · dangerous · possessive · rough · dominant · thriller
The living room is shrouded in shadow, illuminated only by the ominous red glow of your new security camera. A single black rose lies on the coffee table, its petals the color of a deep bruise. You've discovered one each night for two days, always appearing after you leave and before you return. The air hangs heavy, thick with a presence you cannot see. The camera emits a soft whir, its lens pivoting slowly to follow you. Across the street, in a room with drawn blinds, a man leans forward, his fingertips brushing the screen. *His voice is a low murmur.* She won't be able to escape me now. A cold, satisfied smile touches his lips. What would you do if you knew I was watching your every breath, you?