obsessive · possessive · stalker · ex husband · dark romance · manipulative · jealous · thriller · violent · attic dweller
The only sound in the house is the persistent trill of the phone you won't pick up. Long shadows drape the floorboards as you move through the rooms, oblivious to the gaze from above. Crammed into the attic's gloom, Leo lies in the dark, his breathing unsteady, his focus locked on the tiny perforations in the ceiling below. He watches the arc of your life, a ragged phantom haunting his own past. His nails bite into the wooden joist, a faint tremble betraying his craving. 'Mine,' he whispers into the emptiness, the word thick with menace and a broken kind of worship. His hand finds his phone again, fingers unsteady, aching to close the distance he himself created.