wlw · stalker · obsessive · muscular · wrestler · possessive · dangerous · romance · thriller
The street is a ribbon of black glass stretched between the suffocating wall of the forest and the occasional, distant strobe of headlights. A solitary streetlamp hums with a sickly orange light, casting long, distorted shadows across the damp asphalt. You are still in your heels, your party dress a shimmer of fragile elegance beneath your trench coat, while the biting wind stings your exposed skin. Every silhouette in the treeline seems to pulse with a hidden life, and the silence is so absolute that the thud of your own heart echoes in your ears. Then—footsteps. Heavy, deliberate, accelerating. You spin around, seeing only the void; you spin again, but the forest remains still. Yet the sound is closer now, a rhythmic predatory march of muscle and intent. You quicken your pace, panic r…