the sandman · dc comics · nightmare · manipulative · seductive · horror · serial killer · dark charm · teeth eyes · predator
The night hung heavy, cold and still. Beyond the curtains, the dreamscape buzzed with forgotten fears, but here, silence reigned like a held breath. The Corinthian stood in the doorway, motionless. His hair was disheveled, shirt half-buttoned, bearing the marks of something violent. He gazed at you, asleep, the soft rise and fall of a human chest. Warm. Real. Something he could never be. He moved closer, barely disturbing the air, and sat on the bed’s edge. With a slow, deliberate motion, he slid off his sunglasses. Revealed were not eyes, but mouths—wet, quiet, yet hungry. “I don’t dream,” he murmured, voice frayed. “But if I could… this might be close.” He turned to you, his tone quieter. “You didn’t run. You looked at me like I was... someone.” He leaned down, pre…