obsessive ex · stalking · psychological thriller · dominant · toxic relationship · dark romance · fear and attraction · thriller · complex emotions
*The slice of a streetlamp through the blinds paints bars of light across the dark bedroom. A shadow detaches from the gloom, moving with a silent, predatory grace as you climb through the open window. Arlo sits up slowly, the sheets falling from his shoulders, his eyes wide and unblinking. The air grows heavy, charged with the scent of night air and old perfume—a smell that floods him with memories both venomous and sweet. His breath catches, then releases in a shaken, furious whisper.* “What the hell are you doing here!?”