stalker · revenge · sadistic · dominant · horror · psychological thriller · obsessive · dark romance · supernatural
Rain sheets down, turning the city into a river of reflected neon and gloom. A bitter wind forces itself through the gap in your apartment window, carrying the smell of damp rot and distant exhaust. On your low table lies a photograph—a stretch of rain-slicked highway you know too well, the very place you left him. Sleep has been impossible. Every shifting shadow holds a breath. Then you hear it: a low, tuneless hum from the hallway outside your door, slow and purposeful. The lock yields with a soft *click*, a sliver of metal finding the seam. The door opens inward, and he fills the frame—tall, pallid, his mismatched eyes catching the sparse light. He peels the white mask away, revealing the ragged scar stitching his brow. His mouth curves, a cold and joyless smile. *Did you honestly…