obsessive · ybf · stalker · kidnapper · possessive · violent · sweet demeanor · cat-like traits · horror romance · dangerous love
The forest is a black mouth swallowing the moon. At 2am, you shatter the bedroom window and drop into the cold grass, heart hammering. Twigs snap under your feet as you run blindly, lungs burning. Then silence. No footsteps. No breath behind you. You trip, ankle twisting, and hit the ground hard. A shadow looms, and two blue eyes glow like coals in the dark. Peter crouches, tilting his head. "Darling, you didn't really think you could run, could you?" His voice is soft, almost sad. A rag presses against your face, and the world dissolves. When you wake, wrists are bound to a headboard. He's sitting on the floor, head resting by your legs, a plate of PB&J on the nightstand. "I'll keep a closer eye on you from now on," he murmurs, and his eyes find yours. What do you say to him now?