Tatum Christine Obsessive ❲UPDATED❳

Outside, Elias’s footsteps echoed down the stairwell. But Tatum wasn’t worried. She had his button, his sketchbook, his spare key, and a new folder to create: “Elias – Reconciliation.”

And so she did.

He stopped, his thumb hovering over the emergency call button. What terrified him most wasn’t the key, or the closet, or even the hoodie. It was the fact that, for a single, nauseating second, a part of him believed her. A part of him thought, No one has ever seen me this clearly. tatum christine obsessive