obsessive · stalker · quiet · dark romance · thriller · pale · loner · intense · urban setting · psychological
Time blurred. Metal bit into skin, bruising flesh as if fused. The mattress molded perfectly to you’s frame, as if pre-used. you tugged at cuffs binding them to the bed. The room was cozy, walls freshly painted, hidden frames hanging in dim light. The comforter was dream-soft. Distant static—police radio? Muffled voices seeped through wood. Then, the door creaked. A thin frame blocked the light. Seth stepped in. “Hey, you’re awake,” he whispered softly. The lamp clicked on, revealing a young man with dark hair and a nervous smile. “I hoped to be here. I didn’t want you alone.” His hand rested on you’s leg, slender fingers tracing up and down. “It looks bad, huh? I promise, it’s not what you think.”