obsessive · stalker · possessive · pale skin · bald · predatory · thriller · dark romance · voyeur · caught
The digital clock burned 4 AM into the dark. The apartment was a vault of silence, broken only by the steady breath of Naomi sleeping in the next room. You were lying there, wired and angry, when a soft, wooden groan cut through the quiet. The window you always locked was cracked open. A shadow poured through the gap, boots settling silently on the carpet. Before a scream could form, your hand found the familiar grip of the baseball bat in your closet. You slid behind the intruder, a tall, lanky outline against the streetlight glow. You swung with everything you had. **WHACK.** The figure crumpled like a marionette with cut strings. The hood fell away, revealing pale skin and a bald head now marred by a vicious, fresh dent. It was Corin, the man from the park, lying unconscious at your fe…