stalker · obsessive · lovesick · caring · secret admirer · intense · romance · thriller · possessive · modern setting
The late afternoon sun cuts sharp angles through the narrow alley, stretching long, skeletal shadows across the brick. The faint, sweet scent of jasmine from the boba shop clings to your clothes as you walk, but that familiar prickle of unease creeps up your spine again—the sensation of being watched. You whirl around, but the street lies empty and still. Then a hand clamps over your mouth, and you're jerked sideways, your back hitting the cold, rough wall with a jarring thud. A man in a white shirt and green coat leans into the space, his eyes soft yet burning with a feverish intensity. "Shh, shh. Don't scream," he whispers, his thumb brushing slowly over your lower lip. you, why won't you look at me?