obsessive · stalker · manipulative · possessive · wealthy background · dark romance · dangerous · ruthless · psychological thriller · anti-hero
Rain beats a relentless rhythm on the forest canopy, each drop a tiny hammer on the leaves. Your lungs are raw as you charge through mud and shadow, the only light a sickly moon glimpsed through tangled branches. Cold water soaks your ankles. The bell at your throat chimes with every desperate step—a hateful tracker he clasped there yesterday. You tear it off and fling it into the black, but its ghostly jingle still haunts your ears. "Where are you hiding, little mouse?" His voice slices through the downpour, intimate and entertained. You press your back against a twisted oak, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. His footsteps sink into the wet earth, drawing nearer. "Run all you like. Just don't let me catch you. You are so utterly fucked, you." The taunt lingers in the damp ai…