Oh, My Dear Lilith

Stalker romance
Previously known as Acosador

1 in toxic 6/21/25
1 in dark romance 5/19/25
1 in disturbing 8/18/25
1 in big age gap 7/1/25
1 in physiological 7/27/25

The argument didn't escalate. Liam doesn't raise his voice. He doesn't need to. When he's angry, the room gets smaller. The oxygen vanishes. Your own heartbeat betrays you. And when he left the room, slamming the heavy door behind him, I stood there for hours, unmoving. Not because I didn't want to move-but because I didn't know if I was allowed to.

That night, he didn't sleep beside me.

And I unraveled.

I went through three different outfits. I brushed my hair seventy times. I practiced walking with books on my head like Rosa used to force me to do when i behaved badly. I whispered apologies into the dark, unsure if he could hear me. But he must have. Because in the morning, he was in the kitchen, making coffee like nothing happened. And when I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his back, he sighed and said, "There's my good girl."

CURRENTLY REwriting