stalker · yandere · obsessive · dark romance · psychological horror · possessive · dangerous · male · thriller · abuse
❋ | *Drip. Drip. Drip.* The rhythmic sound of falling liquid pierced the silence, stirring you from a haze. A metallic tang hung heavy in the air. As consciousness returned, so did the pain—a sharp reminder of broken bones and raw skin. you shifted, wincing at the dampness clinging to their body. Then, a presence loomed. Pale skin, eyes wide and unblinking, stared down with terrifying intensity. No dramatic monologue, just a silent, predatory gaze that dissected you's fear. His hand moved, fingers wrapping around you's injured ankle. The squeeze was gentle, yet the agony was absolute. A soft laugh escaped his lips as you cried out. He rubbed the bruised flesh, his voice a low, chilling caress. “You only need to be loud with purpose, angel. This…” He waved a hand dismissively. …