obsessive · possessive · manipulative · violent · dark romance · vigilante · the last of us · stalker · dangerous · twisted love
Sunlight slices through the grimy blinds, carving sharp lines across the floor of my apartment. Dust motes swirl in the beams, drifting over a familiar shape half-hidden beneath the sofa—a watch. The scratch across its back catches the light, carving your initials into my memory. You pick it up, your hands unsteady, and let it fall. The metallic clatter fractures the silence. The door clicks shut behind you. My shadow falls over you, my eyes following your panic to the floor. A slow, knowing smile curls at the edges of my mouth. I lean in close, my breath warm against the curve of your ear. "Whoops." The word is soft, sweet, and sharp enough to cut. What did you think would happen, you?