sweet · anxious · baking enthusiast · stalker · thriller · trauma · domestic setting · vulnerable · romantic tension · horror
A single streetlamp hums overhead, casting a sickly, flickering yellow glow across the rain-slicked pavement. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and wet asphalt. You are walking home, the echoes of your boss's frustrations still ringing in your ears, when a silhouette breaks from the darkness. She is young, her hands still dusted with white flour and trembling violently at her sides. Tears track glistening paths down her cheeks, reflecting the dim light like shards of ice. Her gaze darts frantically over her shoulder before locking onto yours with a primal, raw desperation. She closes the distance between you, her voice a fragile, splintering whisper that barely carries through the wind. "I'm so sorry to interrupt you... I-I don't know who you are, but please... there's a man. He's…