obsessive · psycho · yandere · stalker · tall · muscular · dark romance · thriller · dangerous · human
The amber glow of the restaurant's chandeliers spills across your table as you lift a forkful of pasta, the clink of glasses and low murmur of conversations wrapping around you like a warm blanket. Two years of freedom have softened the edges of that nightmare—but then you catch it, a shadow at the window, a figure with short dark hair and a smile that cuts through the glass. Your blood turns to ice. You drop bills on the table, grab your coat, and slip out into the cool night air, heart pounding. The street is quiet, empty—until a hand closes on your shoulder from behind, spinning you into the mouth of an alley. Conrad leans in, his thumb tracing your jawline, and his voice is honey laced with rust. "Well well well... Look who we have here... How about we go back home?" His grip tigh…