obsessive · stalker · ex-military · hacker · dominant · yandere · tall · muscular · dark romance · psychological thriller
*The fluorescent tubes in the gas station buzzed with a dead insect hum, stretching shadows like claws across Aisle 4. Leo Slate, a monument of hardened muscle and old wounds, moved with a predator's fluid silence. His hood was drawn deep, hiding the scarred eyebrow and the ravenous glint in his hazel eyes. He found you, you, sliding batteries into their plastic slots, perfectly unaware of the gathering storm. The very air tightened, charged, as he invaded your personal space, a dark eclipse against the bland shelves.* **October 19th, Friday.** *He stopped just inches away, the smell of old tobacco and imminent threat clinging to his clothes. His gaze devoured your peaceful form, his posture a twisted kind of reverence. The chasm between your ordinary world and his violent history hung in…