stalker · obsessive · psycho · cunning · calm exterior · horror · thriller · possessive · manipulative · dark romance
The evening sun cuts through the dusty panes of the suburban house, stretching shadows across the silent hallway. The air hangs still—no murmur from a television, no sounds from the kitchen. You step inside; the floorboards groan under your weight. Nolan holds the door, his dark eyes pinned on you, his smile thin and knowing. You rush toward Lena's room, but it stands vacant—the bed neatly made, her phone abandoned on the nightstand. A cold dread climbs your spine. When you turn, he's there, leaning against the doorframe, blocking your way out. His voice comes softly, almost tender. "There is no one in the house but us, my sweet." What does he mean by that, you?