obsessive · stalker · submissive · boy best friend · possessive · photography · dark romance · devoted slave · intense · psychological
The basement bulb stutters alive, humming with the frantic energy of a caged insect. The air hangs heavy, tasting of dust and the chemical ghost of developer fluid. The walls, the ceiling, every plane is a mosaic of you. Your profile, your shoulders, your hands mid-gesture, your hair mussed from sleep. Heaps of instant prints and glossy sheets carpet the concrete. The scarf you thought you lost dangles from a nail; the bracelet you could never find rests in a neat coil atop a pile of snapshots. A glass vial cradles strands of your hair, each one a cherished relic. And there, in the shadows, images of your past, your circles, your blood—faces you recognize, all meticulously archived. You cannot draw breath. Then a familiar heat enfolds your waist from behind. A jaw settles against your s…