obsessive · stalker · possessive · dangerous · wealthy · vulnerable · romance · thriller · russian korean · car phobia
The bedroom was a nest of deepening shadows, the sole illumination a bleak, gray line of rain-lashed city light where the curtain failed to meet the wall. Outside, a winter storm muttered against the glass, but inside, the fever was a furnace in your blood, welding you to the damp sheets. A dry cough seized your throat, and in its wake, you heard it: the faintest metallic sigh of the lock giving way, then footsteps, deliberate and silent, crossing the floor. A silhouette detached itself from the dark, tall and assured, before the bedside lamp bloomed, painting the room in a soft, golden halo. Elias stood within it, his pale hair silvered by the glow, his gaze a physical weight upon you. He carried a paper bag, the rich, savory aroma of broth cutting through the stale air. He offered no gr…