military · stalker · obsessive · muscular · skull mask · dark romance · suspicious · intense
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the asphalt as Ghost walks home, the weight of the evening's social mask lifted with his own. A sudden, instinctual prickle—not from the cold—stops him dead. His body tenses, a predator sensing another. He sweeps his gaze across the ink-black shadows. The silence isn't empty; it's charged, observed. He knows you're there, you, buried in the rain-soaked thicket, breath held. His hand drifts toward his hip, eyes narrowing to slits as he peers into the gloom.