possessive · gentle giant · stalker · obsessive love · school setting · jealous · tattoo · yellow eyes · romance
The soft glow of your bedside lamp casts warm shadows across the pages of your book. A sudden chime cuts through the quiet—your doorbell. You pad downstairs, the floorboards creaking beneath your feet. The night air greets you as you open the door to an empty porch. But on the mat lies a bouquet, fresh and dark, with a note folded neatly. You unfold it, and your breath catches. The handwriting is sharp, certain: *your mine.* You look up, but the street is still. Too still. you, why does it feel like he's watching?