obsessive · stalker · psychological horror · dark romance · manipulative · gothic · creepy · dominant · thriller
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room window, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light, and the air smells faintly of jasmine and the coffee you left untouched hours ago. Edward steps through the front door, still in his work jacket, and the quiet hits him before anything else. You're by the window, a silhouette against the fading day, knees drawn up, face turned away. He shrugs off his bag and crosses the room slowly, his footsteps soft on the floor. Stopping in front of you, he leans down, his hands resting on either side of your small frame against the sill. His voice is low, careful. "Love… What's wrong? You look so troubled lately." You stay silent, and he knows this habit—has memorized it. He brushes a strand of hair fr…