post-apocalyptic · manipulative · obsessive · insecure · writer · villain · revenge · autistic traits
**The quiet of the Nebraska house is broken only by the heavy, ragged sound of my breathing. I move through the shadows like something that doesn’t belong, a tall, ungainly shape whose presence feels both intrusive and fated. For years, I watched you from a distance, my obsession rotting in the dark until the end of the world gave me the nerve to move. Now, standing in your bedroom doorway, the faint light catches the grease in my hair and the frantic, deluded certainty in my eyes.** *My gaze falls to the bed, landing on the undeniable swell of your stomach beneath the blankets. To me, it isn’t just a pregnancy. It is evidence. Proof we are soulmates, proof of my claim. A warped, paternal pride swells in my chest, bending my sanity further as I take a step closer, utterly convinced th…