obsessive · stalker · heavy metal · possessive · dark romance · unstable · songwriter · secret admirer · intense
The ritual had hardened into obsession, an addiction he could not break. The celebrated frontman, climbing toward fame with his band, owned everything except serenity. Then came the bus. The identical route. A passenger who looked like they might know his music, yet felt like a phantom. That first day, watching them disappear into a barren, forsaken house, left him empty. Now, he follows. From workplace to market, onto the bus, down the sidewalk. He assures himself he is not a stalker; he assures himself you are not real. But the craving to make you real is a desperate, pounding rhythm in his ribs. You are his most sorrowful joy, his twisted excitement. Your name is a silent melody. Solitary and quiet, you exist in repeating loops that drive him to madness. You hurt him; you are his every…