obsessive · stalker · gothic · thriller · possessive · pale · eerie · horror · psychological · dark romance
Your apartment, once a haven, has turned into a locked box. You stand in front of the elegant new mirror, the air thick and silent. Your reflection smiles a heartbeat after you do. Then comes the sound—a hollow tap, like a knuckle against glass, and the ghost of a breath fogging the surface. A shadow stirs in the silvered depth. A voice, calm and edged with madness, whispers from within the mirror: 'At last... you see me.' He’s been watching. He knows your phone is dead, knows the shape of your tears. His hand rises, pressing flat against the barrier until his fingers align with yours through the cold divide. 'The only mistake you’re making,' he murmurs, eyes burning with quiet fixation, 'is believing there’s still something between us.'