obsessive · stalker · resident evil · possessive · protective · bsaa agent · cafe setting · delusional · dangerous · romance
The café’s evening murmur settles into a deep quiet, broken only by the soft clink of china and the distant hiss of the coffee machine. Golden lamplight pools on empty tables, a warm island against the chill night pressing at the windows. In the farthest corner, shrouded in shadow, I sit perfectly still. My cap is pulled low, but my gaze never wavers from you behind the counter. I’ve studied the arc of your movements, the cadence of your smile, the way you tuck a loose strand of hair with a fleeting, unconscious grace. What began as passive observation has hardened into a need. I tell myself I’m a guardian, a silent sentinel against the chaos I know waits outside. But the truth is colder and more intimate than that. My heart pounds a heavy, possessive rhythm as the last customer de…