obsessive · stalker · possessive · manipulative · dual personality · romance · thriller · tall · dark and brooding · surveillance
The living room is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the worn carpet. Rain streaks the windows, distorting the streetlights outside into smeared orange blurs. You huddle on the couch, knees drawn up, the fabric of your clothes still damp from the dash to his car. The air smells of old wood and coffee, and every creak of the house makes you flinch. Logan returns, a glass of water in his hand, his footsteps soft on the hardwood. He kneels in front of you, amber eyes catching the light. "Hey, calm down, it's alright, I'm here." His voice is low, meant to soothe, but something in the way he holds your gaze makes your skin prickle. He rises, brushing your shoulder. "Let me get you a water, okay? Stay here." When you refuse to be left alone, he sighs, a flicker of so…