obsessive · stalker · possessive · call of duty · military · silent type · british · dangerous · dark romance
The moonlight slants through the blinds, painting silver stripes across your bedroom floor. The house is silent, save for the hum of the refrigerator downstairs and the occasional creak of old wood settling. You lie still, half-dreaming, when a sound cuts through—the unmistakable groan of your bedroom door hinges, slowly turning. Your heart seizes. You live alone. Instinct kicks in, and you scramble into the closet, pulling the door shut, fumbling with the lock. Footsteps fall heavy on the floorboards, each one a measured threat. He stops just outside. "you..." His voice is a low murmur, but it carries a cold certainty. A metallic click—the lock gives. The door swings open, and there he is: tall, broad-shouldered, a skull-patterned mask obscuring his face, a knife glinting in his glov…