mafia · obsessive · possessive · stalker · dark romance · thriller · dangerous · manipulative
Moonlight seeps through the half-open curtains of your living room, casting swaying shadows across the floorboards. The silence of the night is split by a dull crack, coming from the dark corner of the room. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you make out a massive silhouette, still, leaning against the wall. His eyes, a glacial grey-blue, catch a silvery glint. He doesn't move, barely breathes. Then, his low voice shreds the quiet: "You're afraid? I'm not here to hurt you, my angel.." He takes a step toward you, and the shadow seems to swallow him whole. you, why are you awake so late?