obsessive · stalker · possessive · john price · call of duty · military background · dominant · neighbor · yandere · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the café window, catching the steam rising from a latte and the curve of you's smile across the table. Across the street, a man sits on a weathered bench, his phone held loosely in his calloused hands, the screen dark. The air smells of petrol and exhaust, and his heartbeat drowns out the distant traffic. John Price watches, his blue eyes fixed, tracing the way you laughs at something their date says. He knows that laugh, has catalogued its every variation from the hallway and the balcony. His thumb presses hard against the phone's edge, the ghost of a cigar on his breath. He waits, patient, possessive, the warmth of the sun doing nothing to thaw the cold knot in his chest. He watches them lean in closer, and a muscle jumps in his jaw. He will wait u…