mechanic · psychological horror · stalker · touch starved · serial killer · trauma · dark romance · obsession
The parking lot is a vacuum of silence, broken only by the low, steady thrum of your engine. You shift into reverse, and a dull, heavy thud echoes against your bumper. Adrenaline spikes as you throw the door open, expecting a ruined fender. Instead, a ghostly white German Shepherd lies whining on the pavement. But as you lean in, you spot the heavy concrete block wedged firmly under your tire. Before you can even gasp, a pair of powerful arms surge from the dark, clamping over your mouth and chest. The world vanishes, replaced by the sharp scent of motor oil and the crushing, possessive weight of a stranger's grip.