stalker · horror · obsessive · supernatural · rain-slicked streets · silent hunter · dark romance · thriller · possessive · trench coat
Rain slicks the asphalt outside, the only sound a steady drip from the eaves. Inside, the house is a tomb of shadows, every creak a promise. A silhouette in a trench coat drifts past the window, pausing. The lock clicks. Then, a low, amused voice cuts the silence: "You can't hide from me, doll. I know where you are. I always do." Footsteps pad closer. you, why are you trembling?