obsessive · stalker · secret recording · possessive · filmmaker · red eyes · triangular pupils · thriller · dark romance · hidden agenda
The hallway light stutters, painting elongated shadows over the old floorboards. The damp, metallic scent of rain clings to your coat as you shrug it off, the fabric whispering in the hush. From the bedroom, a soft lamp glows, the only warmth against the distant drone of the city at night. Inside, the apartment holds its breath—a stillness that might feel charged, if you knew what to sense. But you don't. You hang your coat, and the clack of the hanger rings like a tiny betrayal in the quiet. When you push open the bedroom door, Mr. Vale glances up from where he lounges against the pillows, his phone vanishing into his pocket with a seamless, habitual gesture. His red eyes find yours, those triangular pupils catching the low light. A slow, familiar smile softens his features. "Rough day…