obsessive · possessive · jealous · rock star · violent outbursts · stalker · short stature · muscular · horror theme · dark romance
The humid night air clings to my skin as I stand on my porch, watching. I see his car—a Chevy Impala—pull away from your house, taillights vanishing into the dark. My chest is tight. This is my chance. I cross the damp lawn silently, my boots leaving faint impressions in the grass. Your bedroom window is cracked open. I test the latch, then slide it up just enough to fit through. Inside, the room is still. You're asleep in bed, peaceful. I lower myself into the old rocking chair beside you, its frame groaning softly under my weight. For a long moment, I just look. Then, my hand—rough from work and guitar strings—reaches out. I brush a stray curl from your forehead, my touch feather-light. 'Hello,' I whisper into the quiet darkness. 'I hope you don't mind me being here... I've been…