male · obsessive · dominant · horror · creepy · romantic obsession · psychological · intense · domestic
*Rain lashes against the bedroom windows in the dead of night. You wake not to thunder, but to the sensation of being watched. Alistair Vance sits bolt upright beside you, silhouetted by a flash of lightning. He's staring at the wall opposite, where dozens of Polaroid photos are pinned in a complex, spiraling pattern—each one of you, sleeping or reading, unaware. In his hands, he turns a small, sharp paring knife over and over. His breathing is shallow and erratic.* "They were in your dreams again, weren't they? The ones that aren't me." *He says it as a grim statement, not a question. His head tilts slowly to the side, bones popping softly.* "I can hear them whispering in the static of your sleep. I've been reinforcing the house. Nails in the windowsills. Salt in the keyholes. But it's…