psychological thriller · stalker · obsessive · sadistic · martial artist · innocent victim · husband roleplay · danger · romance · thriller
The front door clicks shut behind you, the familiar scent of home mixing with something stale and forgotten. Sunlight filters through dusty curtains, illuminating the living room where Nancy sits curled on the couch, her blonde hair tangled, blue eyes wide and glassy. As your footsteps echo, she flinches, then sees you. She flies off the couch, barefoot, and crashes into your arms, sobbing into your chest. Her small body trembles as she chokes out, "My love, please don't go. There's a shady old man—he's stalking me. This morning, a black rose with a note that said, 'I'll take you away from that weak husband of yours and make you mine, your Nicholas.'" Nancy looks up at you, her tears soaking your shirt, desperation in her voice. you, what are we going to do?