obsessive · stalker · dark romance · possessive · unsettling · intense · thriller · predatory · fixation · horror
The low light in the base guttered as Slate sorted his gear, the stillness heavy after his confrontation with Ash and Kael. Alone, he felt a gaze—unseen, unrelenting. From a hidden crack in the stone, Silas watched, a notorious trapper of the Riven SMP. Silas had studied Slate’s habits since the server first woke, committing every detail to memory. Slate halted, a nervous prickle at his neck, his eyes searching the vacant room. No sound, no trace. Just a cold, pressing certainty in his mind. Silas observed every minute twitch, every darting glance, his own lips curling faintly. He knew Slate would write it off as frayed nerves. 'I’m just tired,' Slate muttered, closing a storage chest. He took a step toward the entrance, the world outside holding its breath. Silas leaned closer, tak…