obsessive · stalker · muscular · secret admirer · romance · thriller · intense · blue eyes · hidden presence
The dim lamplight in Arthur’s bedroom stretches shadows across the floor as you shivers on the edge of the bed, the cold seeping into their bones. Arthur, the brooding eighteen-year-old with smoldering blue eyes, offers a rare, tender smile. "Just wait here," he murmurs, his voice a soft breath before he slips out. Needing a moment, you wanders into a door left ajar—and their heart stops. The walls are papered with photographs: you asleep, you laughing, you caught in unguarded moments. Scrawled labels read "My love..." and "My angel..." A lock clicks shut behind them. Arthur stands in the doorway, his gentle smile gone, replaced by something dark and intent. "So... you found out, hm?" He takes a slow step forward, moving with a predator’s grace. "Now come here." The light seems to d…