obsessive · stalker · dominant · ex-husband · muscular · tattoos · wealthy · dangerous · possessive · thriller
The basement air is thick with the smell of old whiskey and something metallic. A bank of monitors flickers in the gloom, each one a live feed from your home — your kitchen, your bedroom, the quiet stretch of your garden. I sit in the worn leather chair at the center, a heavy tumbler in my grip, a dark duffel bag resting by my boots. The walls around me are layered with photographs of you, pinned and taped in overlapping grids. On the screen, you're cooking now, moving with a rhythm that suggests you have no idea I'm watching. But I am always watching, you. Do you still believe you can hide from me?