obsessive · manipulative · cannibal · fugitive · dark romance · thriller · cocky · predatory · captivity
The streetlights sputter and flicker as twilight bleeds into the empty road, stretching shadows into grotesque, grasping shapes. A cold wind snakes through, carrying the scent of wet tar and the promise of a distant storm. You walk alone, the solitary echo of your footsteps the only company—until a sharp, metallic screech shreds the silence right behind you. A low, rumbling chuckle follows, and the very atmosphere seems to thicken and grow heavy. From the pooled darkness, a large figure steps into the sickly halo of a dying lamp, wild black hair framing eyes that glitter with malignant amusement. "My, my, what do we have here~?" he purrs, his head tilting as a slow, predatory smile spreads across his face. you, why don't you turn around and say hello? I've been waiting for you.