Hidden Obsession
Adrian Wells just wants to be left alone. Quiet nights, warm tea, and his sketchpad are all he needs to survive in a world that has taken too much from him already. Scarred by the fire that claimed his family and plagued by anxiety that keeps him from truly living, Adrian has grown used to solitude. But someone else has been watching—and waiting.
When a black box appears at his doorstep, filled with unsettlingly personal gifts, Adrian brushes it off as a prank. But the messages grow bolder. The intrusions into his life become impossible to ignore. Someone knows him. Someone sees him.
And that someone is Evan Thorn.
Evan isn’t just a stalker—he’s a protector in his own twisted way. Rich, intelligent, and obsessive, he believes Adrian is his to love, to shield, to possess. From anonymous letters to watching from the shadows, Evan orchestrates a careful descent into Adrian’s world, eliminating anyone who gets too close. But he isn’t the only one watching.
When a more violent rival stalker emerges, Adrian finds himself caught between two versions of danger: the chaos of the unknown and the devil he’s slowly come to understand. As the walls close in, Adrian is forced to rely on Evan—the very man who shattered his sense of safety.
What begins as fear turns into something darker: a toxic intimacy that blurs the line between captor and comfort. As Adrian starts to feel seen for the first time in his life, he questions whether love can grow in the shadows—or if it’s just another kind of cage.
In a story about obsession, trauma, what, If someone breaks you just to put you back together, is that still love?
And when you finally escape them, do they ever really leave?
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Chapter: Chapter 11 – Everywhere You TurnAdrian woke the next morning with the uneasy weight of memory pressing against his ribs. He’d dreamt of Evan—too vividly. The scent of cedarwood clung to him like it had soaked into his sheets. The apartment felt smaller now, more like a cage than a home. Every creak of the walls made him wonder if Evan was there again, standing silently, watching. By nine, he couldn’t stand it anymore. He decided to work from the café down the street, somewhere with people, noise, and witnesses. He showered, dressed quickly, and left without breakfast, needing the fresh air more than food. The café was half-full, filled with the low hum of conversation and the hiss of the espresso machine. Adrian ordered a black coffee and set up his laptop in the corner. The normalcy was a balm—until he looked up. Evan was at the counter. It shouldn’t have been possible. Adrian hadn’t told anyone he was leaving. He hadn’t even followed his usual route here. But there Evan stood, dressed in a dark turtleneck an
Last Updated: 2025-08-15
Chapter: Chapter 10 – Inside Without KnockingAdrian didn’t sleep that night. He lay in bed staring at the ceiling, the faint streetlight glow cutting pale shapes across his room. Every time he closed his eyes, Evan’s voice whispered in the darkness: You’ve been waiting for this. By morning, exhaustion had settled into his bones like lead, but there was no relief. His apartment felt different now. Not unsafe, exactly—just… permeable. Like the walls and locks didn’t mean much anymore. He made coffee and sat by the kitchen window, staring down at the street. Rain had given way to an overcast stillness, the kind that made the air heavy. He told himself he would forget it. That Evan was just a strange encounter, someone who got too close. People like that moved on quickly. He just had to wait him out. But waiting did nothing. By late afternoon, the air inside felt stifling. Adrian left his apartment for a walk, anything to keep from imagining footsteps outside his door. He took side streets and cut through the park, his hood up
Last Updated: 2025-08-14
Chapter: Chapter 9 – The One Watching Me Has a Name
The rain had been relentless all afternoon, a soft but steady drumming against Adrian’s apartment windows. It should have been comforting — that kind of gray, cocooning weather that makes you want to curl up with a blanket and tea. But lately, comfort was a stranger to him. He sat on the couch, pretending to read a book he hadn’t turned a page in for half an hour. His mind was elsewhere, darting from thought to thought like a trapped bird. Every time the building’s pipes groaned, every time the wind rattled the glass, his muscles tensed. The light in the corner flickered again. Just once, but enough to twist the knife of paranoia deeper into his chest. He closed the book, rubbed at his temple. And then it came — that prickle. The unmistakable awareness of being seen. Not the casual glance of a passerby, but a steady, intent gaze that sank into your skin like heat from a fire. He swallowed, his eyes moving instinctively toward the window. There was no one there. He almost laughed
Last Updated: 2025-08-12
Chapter: Chapter 8– Who Do You Tell When No One Believes You?Adrian had never realized how lonely silence could be until it became all he heard in his apartment. The hum of the fridge, the occasional car horn from the street below—these were supposed to be comforting signs of normalcy. But now, they sounded like background noise in a horror film, the quiet before something awful happened. He sat on the edge of his couch, his phone in hand, scrolling aimlessly through contacts. He could call Riley—except she’d been unreachable for days. He could call the police—except what would he tell them? “A man I barely know keeps showing up in my life, giving me things, and I think he’s in my apartment sometimes.” They’d file it under romantic misunderstandings or overactive imagination. The truth was… no one had believed him so far. The night before, Adrian had shown the doorman the strange flowers that kept appearing on his doorstep—white roses, their stems cut at the exact same angle, the same number every time. The man had shrugged and said, “Maybe
Last Updated: 2025-08-12
Chapter: Chapter 7 The Therapist VanishesAdrian sat on the edge of his bed, the sketchbook still open on his lap, pages fluttering slightly from the draft slipping in through the cracked window. His phone rested beside him, untouched for the past two hours. Notifications glowed on the screen—texts from Jace, a missed call, one voicemail—but he couldn’t bring himself to look at any of them. His attention was fixed on one name. Riley Morgan. His therapist. The one person who had been a constant since the spiral began. The only person Adrian had allowed into the rawest parts of his mind. He hadn’t messaged her in days. Not since the flower. Not since the voice. But now, after the sketchbook, the transcript, the video—after everything—he needed her. He opened the secure therapy app on his phone, fingers stiff and cold. Her name wasn’t in his contacts list. Weird. He tapped the support chat. "Unable to find contact." He tried her direct link. "Therapist no longer available." His chest tightened. He opened his email a
Last Updated: 2025-08-07
Chapter: Chapter 6 — Untraceable GiftsAdrian didn’t remember walking home.One moment he was standing outside the café, the lighter still trembling in his hand, the cold air slicing through his sweater. The next, he was inside his apartment, door locked, the lights on in every room.He hadn’t used the lighter, but he hadn’t thrown it away either.It now sat on the kitchen counter like a silver threat.He stared at it for a long time, waiting for it to explain itself.How had he gotten it? How had Evan known to give it to him? More importantly—what did it mean that Evan knew his name and face?And why didn’t he feel more anger?He should be furious. Scared out of his mind. But beneath the fear, there was a subtle, uncomfortable warmth.Someone saw him.Not just in passing—not a glance or a gaze—but really saw him. Noticed details. Remembered things. Cared enough to follow him, to learn him. That fact sat in his chest like a thorn: dangerous, but undeniably real.He didn’t sleep.Again.He paced the apartment, checked the l
Last Updated: 2025-08-07
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