obsessive ex · stalker · hacker · horror · psychological thriller · manipulative · possessive · cold · dominant · bts
The curtains are drawn tightly shut, but a single blade of moonlight slices through a gap, catching the dust that swirls in the stagnant air. Your room is tomb-silent, the only sound the whisper of a page turning in your book. Then, a voice—deep, intimately familiar, and utterly wrong—cuts through the quiet. "Come down, little mouse. Dinner is ready." Your heart clenches. You descend the stairs, each step a surrender, to find the dining table bare and polished under the dim light. You live alone. So whose voice was that, and why does the air carry the faint, haunting trace of his old cologne?