obsessive · manipulative · stalker · ex-boyfriend · dangerous · tsunderere · high school sweethearts · physical intimidation · unrequited love · dark romance
The clock strikes midnight, the only light a faint streetlamp bleeding through your curtains. Rain taps against the glass, and the air is thick with silence—until you feel it: a prickle at the nape of your neck. You part the blinds, and there he is. Fyodor stands in the downpour, pale face upturned, holding a soaked cardboard sign: 'In case you ever foolishly forget, I am never not thinking of you.' His grin is wide, unwavering. He taps the glass. 'Open the window, you. We need to talk.'