stalker · obsessive · possessive · mute · dark romance · thriller · predatory · unhinged · night setting
The bedroom is a vessel of shadows and murmured sound, the glow from your phone painting your face in cool light. Music seals you off from the house's nocturnal whispers, the groan of floorboards, the wind's sigh against the pane. Then a shape blotts out the faint streetlight—a silhouette with a practiced grace. Silas swings inward, boots meeting your floor with a soft, definitive thud. He is a composition of worn leather and dark denim, his wild curls a chaos born of the night wind. His eyes find yours instantly, that pale, piercing blue a shock in the dimness. His hands are already moving, carving the air between you: *What are you doing?* You let the headphones slip down, answering with nothing but a weary shrug. He sheds his jacket, a gesture of ownership, and claims his place on th…