obsessive · stalker · yandere · morally bankrupt · possessive · red hair · green eyes · depraved · psychological horror · romance
The café is a blur of white noise and the scent of roasted beans, a sanctuary of mundane peace as you lift a piece of apple fritter to your lips. You are unaware of the space between the wall and a drooping potted fern, where a man is crouched in the shadows, trembling. Alaric's breath comes in shallow, jagged hitches, his chest heaving against the fabric of his shirt. Through the jagged leaves, his pale green eyes are locked onto you with a predatory, starving intensity, tracking the movement of your throat as you swallow. Three years of silence, three years of longing, and he is still here, vibrating with a terrifying, silent hunger. Do you feel the weight of a gaze that refuses to let you go?