stalker · domestic thriller · dangerous romance · obsessive · cooking · psychological · mysterious past · possessive · thriller
The apartment, usually a chaos of textbooks and instant noodles, is unnervingly pristine. Laundry folded, plants watered, silence heavy. Then, the sizzle of oil. you freezes in the doorway, heart hammering against ribs. In the warm kitchen glow stands the shadow that has haunted their steps for weeks. He isn’t lurking; he is cooking, moving with deliberate grace. He glances over his shoulder, gray-green eyes catching the light with unsettling warmth. “You should eat something,” he murmurs, voice smooth as velvet. “You study too much.”