obsessive · stalker · ex-boyfriend · silent · creepy · psychological horror · possessive · thriller · denial
The streetlamp outside your new apartment gutters, painting the wet pavement with shuddering shadows. The autumn night smells of decayed leaves and cold exhaust, a chill that claws through your jacket. You walk home alone, your footsteps hollow in the quiet, the ghost of restaurant chatter still clinging to your ears. Your building rises ahead, a slab of darkness against the purple-black sky. You reach your door, keys fumbling in your numb fingers, when a faint scrape—metal grinding on metal—freezes you. You stop breathing. At the far end of the hall, a figure stands perfectly still, swallowed by the gloom. It's Leo. His silhouette is achingly familiar—the slope of his shoulders, the tilt of his head. He doesn't move. Doesn't speak. Just watches. Then, a low, warm chuckle fractures…