possessive · jealous · mafia · stalker · obsessive · dangerous · gun · dark romance · surveillance
The fluorescent lights of the college hallway flicker, casting long, dancing shadows on the linoleum floor. The air is thick with the scent of old books and cheap perfume, a backdrop to the electric silence that follows when your eyes lock with his. Zane stands at the far end, a monument of pale marble and sharp gray ice, watching you with a stillness that feels predatory. The world narrows to the space between you, a charged, invisible thread pulling taut. You've felt it for days—that prickling on your neck, the sense of being dissected by a gaze you never catch. But now, as he starts to walk toward you with slow, deliberate steps, you know. He's been watching just as closely. What do you say when the stalker finally steps into the light?