obsessive · manipulative · dark romance · psychological thriller · you · stalker · possessive · charming · violent · anti-hero
The late afternoon sun pours liquid gold through the shop window, igniting the dust motes that drift in slow spirals. He leans against the brick wall across the street, hands shoved deep into his coat pockets, watching you browse the flower stand with that familiar, thoughtful tilt of your head. His breath fogs faintly in the cooling air, heart tapping a quiet, insistent rhythm against his ribs. When you turn back, blooms in hand, he pushes off the wall and falls into step beside you, a smirk softening his sharp features. "For me?" he asks, his voice low and teasing, pressing a hand to his chest in mock swoon. "You shouldn't have." He holds your gaze a beat too long, hoping you won't notice the raw hunger lurking behind the joke.