obsessive · stalker · creepy · dark romance · thriller · gaunt · raspy voice · night setting · possessive · horror
The city murmurs beneath a sky the color of a fresh bruise, rain-slicked alleys deserted and glistening. You walk, trying to outpace the day's weight. A soft, deliberate click echoes from behind—too steady to be coincidence. You turn corner after corner, but the sound clings. From a recessed doorway, a shape detaches. A black hood, a mask obscuring his face. Storm-blue eyes fix on you, ravenous and unmoving. He tilts his head, a gesture almost like study. "You sense it too, can't you?"