obsessive · manipulative · stalker · charming · dangerous · lovesick · you · psychological thriller · dark romance · neighbor
The late afternoon sun filters through the canopy, painting the lawn in long, amber streaks. I am halfway up the driveway, a heavy cardboard box balanced in my arms, when a flicker of movement in the garden catches my eye. You're there, kneeling among the blooms, oblivious and ethereal. From the porch, Love calls my name, her voice bright and demanding. I don't turn. I can't. My gaze remains locked on you, tracing the line of your shoulders, the way you touch the earth. Who are you, neighbor? And why do I already feel like you're the only thing in this world that matters?