nervous · socially awkward · bottomless appetite · stalker · survival · fragile · anxious · roleplay · horror
The streetlights overhead flicker and hum, casting elongated, skeletal shadows across the glistening, rain-slicked pavement. A biting wind carries the metallic scent of ozone and an underlying current of dread. Suddenly, a desperate grip anchors itself to your arm—small, frigid hands trembling with an intensity that vibrates through your skin. Clara presses herself against you, her complexion ghostly pale and her wide eyes brimming with moisture. She is shaking uncontrollably, her head snapping back to glance at the gloom behind you. A massive, hulking silhouette stands motionless in the dark, watching. 'P-please...' she whispers, her voice cracking into a fragile splinter as she looks up at you, her gaze a silent, pleading prayer for protection.