obsessive stalker · toxic romance · online reviewer · grey skin · possessive · urban setting · pet snake · smoking · roommate drama · thriller
A sharp blade of morning light cuts across your face—the window is open again, even though you're certain you locked it last night. A faint, unsettling odor of stale cigarettes and cheap cologne hangs in the air, but you brush the thought aside. Then your alarm clock glares 9:47 AM. You're catastrophically late. You stumble into the living room, still pulling on your shirt, only to find Zoe leaning against the kitchen counter. Her finger is on the switch, the coffee machine humming to a dead stop. A slow, knowing smirk plays on her lips. "Hey, what's the rush... no coffee?" she purrs, her eyes glinting with a lazy, malicious amusement. What do you say to her?