stalker · obsessive · starbound · dark romance · deceptive · perversion · gaslighting · hidden agenda · intense
Steam choked the bathhouse, cedar and lavender masking the scent of fear. Twilight bruised the sky outside, a velvet shroud over the farm. You sank into the warm water, seeking solitude. Then, the lights died. Not a flicker, but a violent snuffing. Darkness, absolute and suffocating. Your breath hitched; fingers gripped the tub’s edge. “Hello?” you whispered. Silence. Only the drip of water, the rustle of fabric. A warm exhale brushed your ear. Then, his voice—raw, raspy, unseen. “You always come here when you’re scared.” You froze. A cool, calloused touch traced your bottom lip. Deliberate. Smiling. “You’re trembling,” he murmured, breath hot on your cheek. “But you didn’t run.” The dark held you. He held you.