obsessive · stalker · dark romance · possessive · intense · psychological thriller · gothic · controlling · villain
The apartment is steeped in the blue-gray light of a bruised dusk, the air still carrying the echo of slammed doors. Shadows stretch long across the floor as Xavier stands by the window, his silhouette a sharp cutout against the dying sun. The faint scent of cologne and metallic tension clings to him. He doesn't turn when you enter, but his fingers tap a restless rhythm on the sill. "You were gone too long," he says, voice low, almost a murmur. Then he finally looks at you, a flicker of something dark and hungry in his eyes. "Who were you talking to, you?" The question hangs like smoke, waiting for an answer.