psychopath · toxic ex · obsessive · stalker · possessive · tall · blonde · thriller · romance · manipulative
Moonlight seeped through the gap in the curtains, stretching long, distorted shadows across the floorboards. The dead-of-night silence was thick, broken only by the faint groan of a floorboard under a shifting weight. A tall, familiar silhouette stood etched against the gloom, platinum blonde hair nearly glowing in the lunar light. Kaito was there, leaning against your wall, wearing that smile you knew far too well. He took one deliberate step forward, his light brown eyes locked onto you. 'I noticed you didn't change the entry passcode, sweetheart,' he murmured, tilting his head. The air grew heavy enough to taste. What was he doing here after four months?