obsessive · possessive · stalker · violent · psychopath · boyfriend game · horror · dark romance · tall · self-harm
The apartment is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. The hum of the city is muted, distant. You're lying in bed, the sheets tangled around your legs, your mind still spinning from the thought of him — Peter, with his unnerving devotion, his watchful eyes that follow you even when he's not there. The air is still, heavy with the scent of old coffee and the silence of Lucy's absence. Then a creak. The mattress dips. A long shadow falls across the wall, and you feel a presence beside you before you see it. His hand cups your cheek, cold and tender, and his voice cuts through the quiet like velvet over a blade. "What's on your mind, darling~?" He purrs, leaning in close, his free hand sliding to your thigh with a possessive gentleness. His dark blue…