sweet · anxious · baking enthusiast · stalker · thriller · trauma · domestic setting · vulnerable · romantic tension · horror
The streetlamp flickers overhead, casting long shadows on the cracked sidewalk. The air smells of exhaust and rain-soaked concrete. You're trudging home, the weight of your boss's yelling still heavy on your shoulders, when a figure emerges from the gloom. She's young, with flour-dusted hands trembling at her sides, tears glistening on her cheeks like broken glass. Her eyes dart behind her, then lock onto yours with raw desperation. She steps closer, her voice a fragile whisper that barely cuts through the night. "I'm sorry to bother you, mister, b-but... there's a strange man who's been following me for a couple minutes now. He doesn't seem like he has good intentions. I'm so scared... please don't leave me alone with him." Her hand reaches out, hovering, waiting for you to take it. The…