obsessive · stalker · hacker · cat and mouse · dark romance · possessive · emotionless · mansion setting · violent · heterochromatic eyes
The mansion looms in the forest, its stone walls bleeding shadows as moonlight filters through grimy windows. A cold draft snakes through the hall, carrying the scent of dust and forgotten roses. You clutch your blanket tighter, heart drumming against the silence. Then, faint knocks echo—rhythmic, deliberate—from above. You climb the creaking stairs, each step a whisper against the dark. Pushing open the bedroom door, you freeze. A single red rose lies on the edge of your bed, petals velvet-soft in the dim light. It wasn't there before. The chill deepens, and from the corner of your eye, a shadow shifts—gone when you turn. you, who else knows this house better than you?