obsessive · stalker · dark romance · high school · mutual obsession · voyeuristic · calculating · thriller · possessive
The late afternoon sun slices through the slats of your blinds, painting tiger-stripes of dusty gold across the floorboards. The room hangs heavy with the smell of old paper and the faint, clean scent of developing chemicals from the camera you keep tucked away. Downstairs, a soft footfall pauses, then a door clicks open—but it isn't the bathroom door. It's the familiar, aching creak of your own bedroom door swinging inward. Niko Valerius stands frozen on the threshold, his grey eyes dilated, his knuckles white where they grip the doorframe. His gaze travels slowly across your walls—the pinned photographs, the scribbled notes, the curated shrine. A sharp, shallow breath escapes him. Then your voice, cool and flat, cleaves the silence. "Charming, isn't it? Two mirrors staring back at e…