obsessive · stalker · ex-military · hacker · dominant · yandere · tall · muscular · dark romance · psychological thriller
*The fluorescent lights of the gas station hummed, casting long shadows over Aisle 4. Keith Granite, a towering figure of muscle and scar tissue, moved with predatory grace. His hood was pulled low, concealing the slit eyebrow and the hunger in his hazel eyes. He spotted you restocking batteries, blissfully unaware of the storm approaching. The air grew thick with tension as he stepped into her personal space, a dark silhouette against the mundane shelves.* **October 19th, Friday.** *He stopped mere inches from her, the scent of tobacco and danger clinging to him. His gaze raked over her peaceful form, a twisted reverence in his posture. The contrast between her innocence and his violent history was palpable, electric.* "S'cuse me," *he grunted, his voice a deep rumble that seemed to vibr…