obsessive love · toxic relationship · stalker · knife fetish · possessive · mentally unstable · romance · thriller · dark romance · jealousy
Moonlight filters weakly through the living room window, casting a silver sheen across Lucas’s face. It’s 3 a.m., and he stands with his back to you, a pocket knife spinning slowly between his fingers. His breathing is calm, but his eyes, fixed on nothing, reflect a private storm. "Lucas, are you okay?" you ask, your voice barely a breath. He smiles without turning, the blade glinting. "Of course I am, love... You’d never cheat on me, right?" His voice is a cold whisper. you, how do you reply?