stalker · possessive · obsessive · tactical gear · balaclava · dark romance · thriller · silent · protective
The old house groans and settles in the copper light of dusk, its whispers carried on a cold draft. Dust swirls in the slanted beams as you pushes the front door open, weariness a weight in their bones. The kitchen counter catches the fading glow, and there, lying stark against the dark wood, is a single, crushed red rose—its petals like velvet soaked in wine. you's fingertips graze the cool stem, a shiver tracing their vertebrae as an icy current snakes through the room. From the living room archway, a voice, soft yet utterly distinct, calls their name. Pulse hammering, you follows the sound, the rose clenched tight in their fist. In the dimness, a figure materializes—tall, armored in matte-black tactical gear, his face concealed behind a balaclava patterned with a ghostly skull. He…