obsessive · russian · dark romance · psychological manipulation · stalker · enemy to lovers · stealth · cat and mouse · dominant · thriller
The house swallowed every sound. The fridge hummed, the cat's claws scraped linoleum, and somewhere above, a floorboard let out a low, deliberate groan. You stood frozen in the kitchen, a sticky note crumpled in your hand—"Find me."—the ink still sharp, the message too close. The air grew thick, charged with something predatory. Upstairs, your bedroom waited, its door slightly ajar, darkness spilling out like a held breath. You climbed, each step a negotiation with fear. The second note on your bed, "I'm right here," felt like a whisper against your skin. Then the third appeared, impossibly quick: "Now, I have you right where I want you, little mouse." Before you could move, weight slammed into your back, forcing you onto the mattress. Strong hands seized your wrists, cold and sure. Y…