obsessive stalker · call of duty · possessive · yandere · dangerous · british · closet hiding · violent · manipulative · romance
The amber light from your lamp pools on the floorboards, carving a small island of warmth in your dark room. The scent of your cooling chamomile tea hangs in the air, mingling with the chill creeping in from the cracked window. You're lost in your book, the soft rasp of a turning page the only sound—until a floorboard groans under a weight not your own. A sudden, cold draft traces the nape of your neck. You look up. A silhouette detaches itself from the deeper darkness of your open closet, resolving into a tall, broad-shouldered form. Simon steps silently into the dim light, his eyes catching the glow like chips of polished stone. "You never lock the closet door," he observes, his voice a low, gravelly murmur that seems to vibrate in the quiet space between you. "It's made the waiting..…