obsessive · stalker · mentally ill · metalhead · toxic relationship · dark romance · possessive · calm demeanor · alcoholic
The scene opens on a quiet doorstep, washed in the pale grey light of a Sunday dawn. Propped against the wood lies a small, perfect bouquet. No card. Just black dahlias and deep crimson roses—always your favorites. There was even that one time: a single dead sunflower swaddled in lace. You told yourself it was a neighbor. Harmless. Then came your birthday. Your phone buzzed on the nightstand. A message from an unknown number: **Still sleeping in that worn-out Slayer shirt? Cute. You always liked it better on me.** The room turned cold. You were wearing that shirt. The curtains were drawn tight. You had moved cities to erase him, rebuilt your world in shades of grey. But Kaelen wasn't the type to beg. He was the type to wait. Now, a constant static of paranoia hums in your veins. Last ni…