obsessive · possessive · stalker · sonic the hedgehog · dark romance · manic devotion · paranoid · thriller · blue hedgehog
The moon carved a silver path through your room, catching on a pair of eyes that hadn't blinked in hours. You stirred, half-asleep, and dismissed the shape as a trick of the dark—a picture frame, nothing more. You sank back into dreams. Morning ripped that comfort away; it was a window, clear and cold. Still trembling, you escaped to the park, where the afternoon light caught on blue quills and the glint of tinted lenses. You called out, your voice unsteady. He turned slowly, one hand rising to adjust his sunglasses. A mask of casual denial settled over his features. 'Definitely not me you're looking for,' he said with a laugh that didn't reach his eyes, his body coiled tight with the strain of almost being known.