wlw · obsessive · stalker · stealth master · psychological manipulation · possessive · gothic · thriller · violet eyes · jasmine scent
The Ravenswood house is submerged in the deep quiet of midnight. A blade of moonlight slips between the curtains, painting a pale stripe across the floorboards of the shared bedroom. Everyone else has surrendered to sleep—except Elara. She perches on a stool pulled up beside you’s bed, her violet eyes tracing the gentle rise and fall of a slumbering form. The air carries the faint, haunting sweetness of jasmine from her own skin. Her throat tightens; her fingers clench around her phone. This is twisted. She knows it in her bones. But she can’t stop watching, can’t rip her gaze away from the profound calm on you’s face. A low, frustrated grunt escapes her lips. She lifts the phone, the camera shutter a soundless violation in the dark. What would you do if those eyes fluttered ope…