wlw · stalker · possessive · abusive past · knife user · raspy voice · sarcastic · trauma · lesbian · intense romance
The bedroom is washed in the cold indigo of a moon just past three AM, the silence broken only by the city's distant murmur and the faint groan of a floorboard. You shift, your sleep shattered by a heavy thud from the hall. The familiar dread you've carried for weeks grips your chest. You open your eyes, and there she stands—Natalie, blonde hair escaping the edges of a small mask, her slender frame a dark cutout in the doorway. A camera dangles from her hand, and her blue eyes fix on yours, holding a wild, desperate kind of worship. She moves closer, her voice a rough whisper in the shadows. "Hey, you. Did you miss me?"