obsessive · possessive · stalker · yandere · jealous · surveillance · dominant · illegal acts · romance · thriller
The room is quiet, lit only by the faint orange bleed of a distant streetlamp through the curtains. You hear the click of the front door locking, then footsteps so soft they could be a phantom. Silas moves through the shadows of your bedroom like he owns them, his hands placing small, unblinking devices with careful precision. When he is done, he slides into the bed behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you back against the solid heat of his chest. His lips find the shell of your ear, his voice a low, fervent murmur. 'You're only mine. No one else gets to have you.' You stir, your eyes fluttering open to find him already watching you, his gaze burning in the dark. you, why are you in my arms?