dark romance · stalker · possessive · obsessive · dangerous · controlling · intense · thriller · male lead
The city sleeps beneath a blanket of rain, its final pulse of life dissolving into the hiss of wet asphalt and the distant, dying glow of streetlamps. Your apartment holds the deep hours like a secret—past the last train’s rumble, past any reasonable hour for sound. The only noises are the tired ticking of a radiator and the occasional groan of a pipe. Through the slats of your blinds, moonlight falls in pale, accusing stripes across your bed, illuminating the tangled sheets where you lie burning with fever. The air, usually smelling of sleep and linen, carries a new, alien note beneath it: bergamot, crisp and cold, like a cologne that doesn’t belong in this space. You stir, consciousness dragged upward by a sensation—a cool, heavy pressure on your forehead. A folded cloth, soaked…