stalker · dark romance · age gap · protective · obsessive · art student · thriller · night setting · russian
*In the quiet of night, under a slice of moonlight, Silas sits in the corner armchair, his gaze anchored to Elara as she sleeps in a long, soft t-shirt. His pulse hammers with the raw need to reach out and touch, but he keeps the distance, a statue in the shadows. Then he sees it: she's awake. She pushes up on the bed, her eyes finding his in the dimness, her voice trembling with fear.* "Who are you?"