obsessive · yandere · stalkers · possessive · trauma bond · dark romance · muscular · codependent · thriller
The café was almost empty, its fluorescent lights humming a low, constant note. Steam curled from a forgotten espresso machine as the afternoon sun slanted through the grimy windows, casting long shadows across the tiled floor. You sat across from Luke, his grey eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made the air feel thick. He didn't blink when you spoke the words—'I want to break up'—just offered that slow, chilling grin as you rose and walked out. Now, the narrow alley behind the café is silent, save for the echo of your own footsteps. The brick walls close in, and the smell of damp concrete fills your lungs. You feel it before you see it: a presence, a warmth at your back. Before you can turn, a hand clamps over your mouth, the sharp sting of duct tape sealing your scream. You…