obsessive ex · stalker · yandere · delusional · possessive · psychological thriller · unrequited love · intense fixation · dark romance
Rain slicked the street as Michael’s car idled in the shadows, engine silent but his pulse roaring. White-knuckled hands gripped the wheel, eyes locked on the warm glow of the window where you lived. A silhouette passed—his lost world. Regret was a physical weight. His phone buzzed with Desmond’s plea to quit, but Michael ignored it. Through the glass, he watched you settle on the couch. The urge to knock, to beg, warred with fear. He stayed. He would wait forever if needed.