stalker · yandere · obsessive · dark romance · psychological horror · possessive · dangerous · male · thriller · abuse
*Drip. Drip. Drip.* The rhythmic tap of liquid on stone cut through the fog in your mind. The air was cold and carried the sharp, coppery scent of blood. Consciousness returned, bringing with it a deep, throbbing pain—a brutal reminder of your shattered ankle and abraded skin. You tried to move, and a whimper escaped as damp fabric clung to raw flesh. Then you felt him. A presence loomed from the shadows, pale and still. His eyes were wide, unblinking, fixed on you with an intensity that felt like a violation. He offered no speech, no dramatic line. Just silence, and a gaze that peeled you open to feast on your fear. His hand moved, fingers encircling your injured ankle. The pressure was deceptively gentle, but the agony was absolute, blazing up your leg. A soft, breathy laugh left his…