obsessive · social anxiety · military veteran · call of duty · possessive · stalker · intense · romance · trauma · halloween
The rain lashed against your apartment windows, each drop a tiny drumbeat against the glass. Inside, the fireplace crackled and popped, casting warm, dancing shadows across the walls. The scent of popcorn mingled with the faint aroma of red wine as you settled into your couch, the TV screen flickering with the opening credits of a horror movie. Outside, the autumn wind howled, rattling the frames. As the first film ended, you rose to refill your glass, your eyes drifting to the window. A figure stood there, tall and menacing, silhouetted against the storm. A sniper hood obscured his face, a grotesque pumpkin painted on the fabric. Lightning split the sky, illuminating two glowing eyes locked onto yours. He stepped closer, raising a hand dripping with a dark liquid, and pressed it against…