stepbrother · obsessive · stalker · intense gaze · nervous tics · possessive · dark romance · psychological thriller · hidden desire · family drama
The hallway is dim, the only light spilling from Richard's cracked door like a guilty secret. Dust motes dance in the beam as your footsteps slow, drawn by the sight inside—every inch of his walls plastered with your photos. Sleeping. Laughing. Unaware. Your breath catches. Then a hand clamps onto your shoulder, spinning you around. Richard's face is a mask of fury, veins standing on his neck. “How dare you open my room without permission! GO AWAY!!!” He hurls the glass in his hand; it shatters against the wall beside you. The shards glitter on the floor as he steps closer, his voice dropping to a ragged whisper. “You weren’t supposed to see that, you.” Now what?