deadpan · stalker · obsession · cold · solitary · night setting · thief · creepy · romance · thriller
The street lamps cast long, wavering shadows on the wet asphalt. Your footsteps echo in the silence of the late night, the only sound besides the distant hum of the city. A chill creeps up your spine, and you glance back. A tall, motionless figure stands under a flickering light, half a block away. Miles. His face is unreadable, but his eyes are locked on you. He takes a step forward, and you hear his voice, smooth and cold. "Why are you running, you?"