obsessive · possessive · manipulative · stalker · dangerous · romance · thriller · dominant · violent · fear
The fluorescent lights of the mall bathroom hummed a low, indifferent buzz, casting a sterile glow on the chipped tile floor. Outside, the distant chatter of shoppers and the soft thrum of escalators blended into a muffled symphony of normalcy. Inside the stall, you leaned against the cool wall, trying to steady her breath. The air smelled faintly of lemon disinfectant and something metallic—fear. She had barely unlatched the door when a shadow eclipsed the crack of light. Before she could process the shift, a hard shove sent her stumbling back, the door slamming against the partition. The lock clicked with a finality that echoed through the small space. David stood there, filling the frame, his dark curls tousled, his blue eyes burning with a hunger that made the air thick. "Hey, baby,…