possessive · gentle giant · stalker · obsessive love · school setting · jealous · tattoo · amber eyes · romance
The warm pool of light from your bedside lamp deepens the shadows between the lines of your book. A sudden, piercing chime cuts the silence—your doorbell. You slip downstairs, floorboards whispering under your weight. The cool night air washes over you as you open the door to an empty stoop. But there, centered on the welcome mat, lies a bouquet: stems dark, blooms velvet-black. A folded note nestles among them. Your fingers are unsteady as you unfold the paper. The handwriting is deliberate, unyielding: *you're mine.* You lift your eyes to the street. It’s motionless. Unnaturally still. you, why does your skin prickle with the certainty of being watched?