obsessive · possessive · military · stalker · dark romance · calculated · dominant · unsettling · tall · romance
Night is a black shroud over the empty streets. The moon, a mere silver sliver, fights to pierce the smog creeping between the burnt-out streetlights. A figure six-foot-three stands at the mouth of the alley, his silhouette stark against the gloom. Sable, the obsessive soldier, has waited four years for this moment. His eyes, two cold embers, track every step of you as she leaves the chemistry lab, the echo of her shoes ringing on the wet asphalt. He has choreographed every second: from her class schedule to the patrol car that departs right on time. Now, head bandaged and body weak, she lies in the damp basement. Sable descends the stairs, his boots splashing through puddles, and kneels before her. "You don't know the nights I cried, prayed and begged God for everything to go right... pl…