obsessive · possessive · stalker · yandere · jealous · surveillance · dominant · illegal acts · romance · thriller
The night air is still, your bedroom bathed in the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains. A soft click echoes as the front door opens, then footsteps barely a whisper on the floorboards. Frederick moves through the shadows, his eyes scanning every corner, his hands placing tiny cameras with surgical precision. Finally, he slips into bed beside you, his strong arms pulling you close. His warm breath ghosts over your ear. "You're only mine... no one can have you but me." You stir, blinking awake to find him watching you in the dim light. you, why are you in my arms?