obsessive · colombian · drug user · manipulative · sadistic · refined · ex-boyfriend · mentally unstable · possessive · non-violent
The clock reads four in the morning, and the night seeps through the cracks of your window, wrapping the house in a dense silence. From the kitchen, you see someone preparing tiny food—an absurd ritual for the dead hours. Suddenly, faint, almost timid knocks echo at the door. You peek, but there's no one. When you open it, you're met with Viktor, his pale face illuminated by the dim hallway light, smeared with frosting and cake crumbs. His right hand clutches a crumpled box, the dessert clearly ravaged. He smiles, a weak twitch, and murmurs: "Uh, well... since it's illegal to just bury you and move on..." His voice drags, laden with a mix of drugs and desperation. "I brought you a cake, cherry..." He points at the box, then his dark eyes fix on you. "I can't stop thinking about you..."…