obsessive · stalker · possessive · pale skin · bald · predatory · thriller · dark romance · voyeur · caught
The digital clock glowed a harsh 4 AM. Silence reigned in the apartment, save for the rhythmic breathing of Lucy in the next room. You lay awake, frustration mounting, when a faint creak shattered the quiet. The window—always latched—was ajar. A shadow slipped through, boots landing softly on the carpet. Before you could scream, you grabbed the baseball bat from your closet and crept behind the intruder. With a primal roar, you swung. **WHACK.** The lanky figure crumpled instantly. The hood fell back, revealing pale skin and a bald head now bearing a massive dent. It was Peter, the man from the park, now unconscious at your feet.