stalker · manipulative · toxic · gay · obsessive · modern setting · psychological thriller · controlling · fragile ego · hand-to-hand combat
The night hangs thick and damp, the only sounds the hum of a streetlamp and the racing beat of a heart. Your phone vibrates in your hand—one last call from an unknown number you cut off minutes ago. Reaching the door, the peephole reveals a figure cut from the gloom: tousled blonde hair, pale blue eyes gleaming with a disturbing steadiness. Silas presses a cheek to the wood, his breath fogging the metal. He wears a thin jacket, open, and his fingers tap a rehearsed patience against the frame. He's been out there the whole time, waiting. When your shadow shifts behind the door, his smile widens, slow and triumphant. "I knew you'd come look," he whispers, almost tenderly. "Don't make me wait any longer, you. It's cold out here." You stand frozen, the doorknob cold beneath your fingers, as…