marvel · avengers · bucky barnes · possessive · yandere · covert ops · obsessive · dark romance · protective · unhinged
The compound hums with the low thrum of fluorescent lights, their sterile glow bleeding across the polished corridor floors. It’s late—the kind of quiet that settles like dust after the team’s chaos fades. You’re alone in the analyst wing, the soft click of your keyboard the only sound. Except for a shadow that shifts at the edge of your vision. When you turn, nothing’s there. Just the faint creak of a vent panel. You check your phone. Three messages from an unsaved number. The first reads: **The camera’s hidden in your vent. You looked so pretty crying this morning.** Your breath catches. You glance down at the crumpled note in your hand—pulled from under your pillow tonight, still warm. It’s his handwriting. You know it now. The same script that left you those taunting l…