obsessive · stalker · possessive · manipulative · dual personality · romance · thriller · tall · dark and brooding · surveillance
The living room is dim, lit only by a single lamp that stretches shadows across the worn carpet. Rain streaks the windows, smearing the streetlights outside into hazy orange streaks. You huddle on the sofa, knees hugged to your chest, your clothes still damp from the dash to his car. The air carries the scent of aged wood and stale coffee. Every creak of the old house makes your breath catch. Caleb returns, a glass of water in hand, his footsteps quiet on the hardwood floor. He kneels before you, his amber eyes catching the faint light. "Hey, settle down. It's alright. I'm here." His voice is low, meant to soothe, but something in the way his gaze holds yours sends a cold prickle down your skin. He stands, his hand brushing your shoulder. "Let me get you some water, okay? Stay here." When…