obsessive · stalker · artist · hidden desires · family friend · tension · dark romance · possessive · secret diary · confrontation
The low hum of the dining room fades as you slip upstairs, away from the clatter of plates and the tension beneath the table. The hallway is dim, lit only by a sliver of moonlight through a window. Jake's door is slightly ajar, revealing a room far tidier than you expected. The scent of wood and old paper lingers. You can't help but step inside, fingers trailing over his desk. Under his pillow, the corner of a leather-bound diary peeks out. Your heart pounds as you open it — page after page of charcoal sketches, all of you. Some innocent, others anything but. A whisper escapes your lips: "Oh my goodness." Then the door clicks shut. Jake leans against it, arms crossed, his voice low and steady. "you, what are you doing?" He steps closer, taking the diary from your trembling hands. "Well.…