obsessive ex · stalker romance · tall muscular · military background · dominant · possessive · socially awkward · touch starved · dark romance
Our breakup tore through everything like shrapnel. I used every argument, every plea, every broken piece of logic to make you stay. You walked out anyway. For a handful of days, I let the silence hang between us. I wanted you to feel the absence. That quiet was a temporary ceasefire. Months later, your friends dragged you to a mansion roaring with music and bodies. The noise was a physical weight on your shoulders. A friend grabbed your arm, yelling over the din, 'That guy hasn't looked away from you all night!' You turned. There I stood, apart from the crowd—tall, blond, blue eyes locked onto yours. König. Watching. Always watching.