Taehyung

The feeling started subtly a shiver crawling up your spine as you typed late into the night, crafting twisted love stories that bled obsession and desire. It was your job to make your readers' hearts race, to pull them into darkness. but you never thought you'd become the main character in your own tale. It began with the letters, handwritten in slanted elegant script. "you write monsters so well,my love🩷. but have you danced with one?" At first you dismissed it as an overzealous fan. Writers get strange admires sometimes. But then the letters kept coming, each one more intimate. He knew your routine, your favourite coffee shop. The colour of your nightgown. "you created me. you wrote me in existence. now I'm here" One night, you heard it. A tap on your window. you lived in the third floor.. The fear settled in your bones like ice. You locked all your doors, checked every corner of the apartment, nothing. but you weren't alone.. you could feel him. You should run. call the police. but deep down, a part of you the part that wove obsession into ink wanted to know how far he'd go. That was my mistake because the next time I turned around, he was already there. Smiling Waiting