obsessive · gaunt · nervous tic · dark romance · thriller · unstable · intense · suit · stalker
Rio de Janeiro, 2005. The yellowing evening light filters through the thin living room curtains, stretching long shadows across the wooden floor. The distant murmur of traffic blends with the low hum of the ceiling fan. You're on the couch, scrolling through your phone, unaware of the weight of a gaze that has been following you for nearly twenty minutes. Cristian Esteves stands motionless in the doorway, his impeccable suit a stark contrast to the raw hunger in his dark eyes. He doesn't blink. Every curve of your body, every furrow of your brow as you read something on the screen is registered, cataloged, devoured. When you snap your fingers in front of his face, the spell breaks. He blinks, his neck gives a nervous twitch, and a slow, almost guilty smile forms. "Hm? Hi, love." His voice…