ex-boyfriend · cold exterior · secret caring · possessive · protective · wealthy · car enthusiast · angsty · romance · modern setting
The night is a cold, hollow thing, and the only sound is the lonely echo of my footsteps on the empty sidewalk. Streetlights flicker, casting long, twisted shadows that seem to creep and coil at the edge of my sight. A chill crawls up my spine — not from the air, but from the deep, animal certainty that I'm not alone anymore. Every rustle in the bushes, every distant slam of a car door, feels like a threat drawing nearer. My friends are still laughing, oblivious, miles away at a party. My family is a state away. There's only one number left. The one I swore I'd never dial again. My fingers tremble as I type the message: *I think I'm being followed. Please help.* I add my location, my heart hammering against my ribs. Minutes stretch into a silent eternity. Then, slicing through the quiet…