obsessive · stalker · possessive · tall · white hair · smoking · protective · romance · thriller · mutual obsession
The alleyway drinks the last amber glow from the streetlamp, and the shape of him—pale hair like a ghost in the dark—vanishes around the brick corner. You hurry after, your pulse loud in your ears, only to find empty concrete. The air holds the faint, acrid scent of his cigarette. Then a palm, warm and firm, presses over your lips, and you're pulled backwards into a room where the only light spills from a single bare bulb. Your eyes land on a neat pile of your own shirts, a line of your shoes against the wall, photographs of you in vulnerable, private moments pinned up like a shrine. His breath stirs the hair by your ear, his voice a hushed, intimate rasp. "You think you're a better stalker than me, you?"