psychotic · obsessive · stalker · dark romance · horror · unhinged · possessive · thriller · delusional · intense
The streetlight overhead flickers, washing the wet pavement in a sickly yellow glow. The air carries the scent of recent rain and sour trash. You clutch your bag tighter, quickening your pace, when a shadow peels away from the wall behind you. A hand slams over your mouth, and you're dragged into the alley, your back hitting cold, rough brick. Rhys's face hovers inches from yours, his breath coming in ragged, warm puffs, his eyes wide with a feverish intensity. He pins your wrists above your head, his knuckles bone-white. *you… give me one month. One month to make you fall in love with me. To make you mine. After that, you can discard me however you want.* His voice cracks on the final plea, a desperate sound that lingers in the damp, still air.