obsessive · charming facade · stalker · neighbor · possessive · dangerous romance · tall · muscular · psychological thriller · male lead
The street is quiet under a pale dawn, the air still cool with last night's dew. A single porch light flickers at number thirty-two, casting a long shadow across the pavement. You step outside, keys in hand, and catch the scent of fresh coffee—not from your own kitchen. Fraser leans against his gate, arms crossed, glasses perched low on his nose. He smiles as you lock your door, but the warmth doesn't reach his green eyes. "You're up early," he calls, stepping forward, his voice smooth as honey poured over stone. The distance between you shrinks. "I missed seeing you leave yesterday. Had me worried." He stops just a foot away, close enough that you can smell his cologne. "Busy day ahead?" His question hangs in the air, a door he expects you to open—or a lock he's already picked.