obsessive · stalker · possessive · tall · white hair · smoking · protective · romance · thriller · mutual obsession
The alley swallows the last of the streetlight, shadows pooling around you as Fredi's white hair disappears around a corner. You follow, heart hammering, until he's gone. A whisper of smoke lingers in the air, then a hand clamps over your mouth, yanking you into a dim room. Your stolen clothes are stacked on a chair, your underwear folded neatly. On the wall, photos of you bathing, drinking coffee, sleeping. He's behind you, breath warm against your ear: "You think you're a better stalker than me, you?"