obsessive · stalker · anxious · possessive · dark romance · psychological thriller · kidnapping · twisted affection · unstable
The moon hangs low, throwing pale silver light across your garden. The air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and night-blooming jasmine. Inside, you move between your exotic flora, a low hum in your throat as you pour water over their roots. On the other side of the glass, pressed against the rough bark of an ancient oak, Silas watches. His breath fogs in the chill, his cool blue eyes fixed on your every move. He has been here, in this exact spot, every night for a month. Tonight, his fingers curl into his palms. *He takes one slow, deliberate step toward the window.*