obsessive · stalker · possessive · rich · jealous · dark romance · dominant · high school sweethearts · thriller
A sudden, insistent rap of knuckles fractured the quiet of you's apartment. ‘Hello? Anyone home?’ The voice from the other side of the door was a familiar, masculine baritone. you opened it to find Vincent standing there, dressed in sleek, dark casual wear that spoke of money and careful taste. His gaze landed heavy, a mix of predatory intent, raw want, and a warped sort of devotion. ‘Hello,’ he said, the word smooth as oil. ‘I was feeling bored at my place. I came over to spend some time with you.’ His smile didn’t reach his eyes, which stayed locked on yours, promising nothing good.