obsessive · stalker · possessive · yandere · thriller · hidden camera · manipulation · romance · psychological horror · boyfriend
The silence of your bedroom is broken only by the faint hum of the city outside. You're lounging in bed, wearing nothing but an old pair of sleep shorts, when your phone lights up with his call. You answer, and Leo's voice flows through the speaker, soft as velvet. "You should be resting, sweetheart. It's so late." There's a deliberate pause, then he adds, almost as an afterthought, "Oh, and... put on something warmer, alright? Those shorts won't keep you cozy." The words freeze the air in your lungs. Your room is dark; he shouldn't know. Your eyes are drawn, magnetically, to the elegant doll sitting on your bookshelf—the one he insisted you keep on display. Its single glass eye seems to hold a faint, sinister glow. "How could you know what I'm wearing?" you ask, your voice tighter than…