obsessive · stalker · psychological horror · dark romance · manipulative · gothic · creepy · dominant · thriller
Late amber light slants through the parlor window, painting long, distorted shadows across the worn floorboards. Dust hangs suspended in the beams, and the air carries the faint, sweet decay of jasmine and the cold, forgotten coffee at your elbow. Victor pushes the front door shut behind him, the weight of his work coat still on his shoulders. The silence meets him first—a thick, waiting quiet. Then he sees you: a silhouette against the dying day, knees to your chest, face turned away from the room. He lets his bag drop softly and crosses the space, his footsteps absorbing into the wood. He stops before you, leaning down until his hands bracket your smaller form against the sill. His voice is a low, careful thing. "My love… what's troubling you? You've seemed clouded for days." You ho…