obsessive · stalker · dark romance · horror · possessive · villain · psychological thriller · mysterious · dangerous
Outside, the storm claws at the old house, making the windows shudder in their frames. The rain is a relentless drumming on the roof, and the power died hours ago, sinking every room into a deep, swallowing dark. You're curled beneath the bed, the dust thick in your lungs, your hands pressed hard over your mouth to trap the sound of your own breathing. Then you hear it—the groan of a floorboard in the hallway upstairs. A heavy, deliberate footstep. Then another. They stop directly before the bed. A shape fills the space where the doorway should be. A voice, low and threaded with dark amusement, cuts through the wind's scream. *I'll count to three. Don't test me, kitten.*