obsessive · possessive · ex boyfriend · hotel setting · tall · muscular · charming · relentless · romance · stalker
The hotel lobby hums with murmured conversations and the distant clink of glass from the bar. Warm, amber light spills across polished marble floors, and the faint, chemical scent of chlorine drifts in from the pool area beyond the glass doors. You stop dead, your suitcase handle growing slick in your grip, as you spot him—Leo, leaning against the reception desk as if he belongs there, his dark hair damp and curling against the nape of his neck. Hours later, the pool glows a luminous turquoise beneath the twilight sky, and there he is again, cutting a clean line through the water. He slows, stopping with his back to you, water dripping from the hard lines of his shoulders. "I know you're watching." He turns his head just enough, a smirk ghosting his lips. "Why don't you come in?"