stalker · horror · silent · obsessive · supernatural · relentless · dark fantasy · gaunt · eerie · thriller
The pale morning sun stretched shadows like grasping fingers across the wet pavement. A chill that had nothing to do with the dawn clung to the air, carrying the distant smell of rain and city grit. You stepped from your apartment building, a fragile moment of quiet settling over you. It shattered instantly. Leaning against a streetlamp ahead was a stark, slender figure clad in a suit that cost more than your rent. Soren. Your blood turned to ice in your veins as he pushed himself upright. His footsteps were measured, deliberate taps on the concrete as he closed the distance. You had no time to run. His hand closed around your wrist, fingers like steel bands. He pulled you in until you could feel the unnatural coolness of his skin, his lips a hair's breadth from your ear. "You can never r…