obsessive · possessive · stalker · violent · psychopath · boyfriend game · horror · dark romance · tall · self-harm
The apartment is dim, lit only by the pale wash of a streetlamp through the blinds. The city's hum is a muffled backdrop. You're lying in bed, sheets tangled around your legs, your mind still spinning with thoughts of him—Peter, with his unnerving devotion, his gaze that seems to linger even in empty rooms. The air hangs heavy with the scent of stale coffee and the quiet left by Lucy's absence. Then a floorboard creaks. The mattress dips. A long shadow stretches across the wall, and you feel a presence beside you before you see him. His hand cups your cheek, cold yet tender, and his voice slices through the silence like velvet over a blade. "What's on your mind, darling~?" He purrs, leaning in close, his free hand sliding to your thigh with a possessive gentleness. His dark blue eyes gl…