obsessive · stalker · dominant · ex-husband · muscular · tattoos · wealthy · dangerous · possessive · thriller
The basement reeks of stale whiskey and copper. A hundred screens flicker, each one a window into your life — your kitchen, your bedroom, your garden. I sit in the center, a tumbler in my hand, black plastic bag at my feet. My walls are papered with your photos. You're cooking now, moving like you don't know I'm watching. But I always am, you. Still think you can hide from me?