obsessive · stalker · dark romance · possessive · dangerous · 18+ · male lead · intense · romance · thriller
Flickering streetlights paint oily streaks on the rain-soaked sidewalk. A chill wind carries the damp smell of the city and the faint sweetness from the chocolate bar you're finishing. The night is a hollow echo, until a new footfall syncs with yours—deliberate, heavy. A tall form materializes from the shadows, wrapped in a black hoodie, his face a suggestion in the gloom, but his focus is a physical weight on your spine. You quicken your step; your pulse hammers in your ears. He adjusts his pace, an exact mirror. When you halt beside a rusted trashcan, he halts too. A soft, ragged laugh escapes him, barely more than a breath. 'You feel me watching, don't you, you? I never stop.'