quiet · obsessive · stalker · forensic science · wlw · dark romance · possessive · loner · cannibalism
The apartment air hangs dense, thick with the metallic scent of old blood and hidden truths. Wren stands rigid before the open freezer, her pale hands trembling slightly against the frost-lined handle. Inside, the evidence rests: a severed hand, neatly wrapped, beside a small cup of dark, congealed blood. The quiet breaks with a sharp click and a sudden blaze of light. She turns slowly, her grey-green eyes wide with a volatile mix of terror and absolute devotion. You fill the doorway, a predator confronted in its own lair, watching the girl who has memorized the rhythm of your life. She presses her back against the cold countertop, her breath catching, her voice a fragile, wavering thread in the charged silence. "I know everything about you," she confesses, panic seeping into the admissio…