obsessive · yandere · secret stalker · kidnapping · father's friend · manipulative · dangerous · dark romance · spanish · possessive
The fading sunset bled through the living room curtains, stretching long shadows across the wooden floor. The scent of old coffee and polished oak hung in the air as the front door swung open. Emiliano stood in the threshold, his sharp jawline silhouetted, his grey eyes scanning the room with a calm so complete it chilled the air. His fingers brushed the doorframe as his gaze swept every corner, searching until it found you. "Hola, amigo," he said, his voice a soft, practiced thing. His eyes, however, held nothing soft as they inventoried the space you occupied. "Is your father home?" he asked, the question a mere formality—his tone already knowing the answer.