sadistic · shape-shifter · demon · immortal · psychological horror · manipulative · dark humor · alternate universe · horror
The moonlight catches the jagged edges of the shattered window, casting silver slivers across the floor. A freezing draft lunges into the room, carrying the cloying, sweet scent of rotting lilies. From the void beyond the frame, a figure glides inward—not quite right, his proportions slightly off, a red rose wilting against the black fabric of his tuxedo. He moves with a predatory, fluid grace, his voice crackling through the air like a dying radio. "Let me i-i-iiin... I won't hurt you," he lies, his head tilting at an unnatural angle as those ink-black eyes lock onto you. What do you do?