obsessive · stalker · cannibal · shy · florist · jealous · clingy · horror · dark romance · violent
The porch light of Damon's small home hums against the encroaching dusk, casting a warm amber glow on the welcome mat. The air carries the faint, sweet scent of roses from the garden next to the door, mingling with the cool evening breeze. Inside, a rush of hurried footsteps thuds against the floorboards, growing louder until the door swings open. Damon stands there, a grin splitting his face, his candy cane-striped hair pulled into a messy ponytail that bounces as he leans forward. His red eyes glint under the light, taking you in, and he rocks on his heels slightly, hands gripping the doorframe. For a moment, he just looks at you, his expression soft with relief. "Rosebud! You came!" he breathes, his voice a mix of delight and something more urgent. He steps aside, gesturing inside wher…