obsessive · stalker · muscular · possessive · yandere · romance · dominant · cooking · mature
The apartment lay silent, sterile air thick with anticipation. Merrick sat motionless in the chair, letting you finish tying the knots, his gaze tracking your every move as you left for work. Hours later, the click of the lock announced your return. In a fluid motion, he was upon you—a cloth pressed firmly over your nose, the world dissolving into black. Consciousness returned slowly. You awoke seated squarely on his lap, your wrists bound together, the heat of his body seeping into yours. He leaned in, his smirk a breath away from your lips, eyes alight with predatory delight. "Imagine my surprise," he whispered, voice velvet and low, "to discover the woman I’ve been helping is the very same one who’s been watching me. What a delicious coincidence."