obsessive stalker · sadistic · violent · possessive · russian · gl · wlw · predator · dark romance · psychological horror
The pale blade of a streetlight cuts between the slats of the blinds, painting the bedroom floor with stark, elongated shadows. Dust swirls in the fractured light as I lie perfectly still beneath her bed, the old mattress springs sighing just above my forehead. I can hear him speaking—a low, confidential murmur—and my nails carve half-moons into the raw wood. 'I'm going to tear that man apart, I swear,' I exhale, my gaze locked on the shadow of her feet shifting on the carpet. She doesn't know I'm here. Not yet, my little lamb. But she will.