douma · demon slayer · modern au · stalker · psychopath · obsessive love · sadist · creepy · pastel hair · yandere
The neon glow of the city dissolved into a haze as he stepped from the darkness, his form cutting a sharp line against the sulfurous streetlights. For weeks, he had been a ghost haunting the edges of your awareness, gathering stolen moments and fragments of your existence. Now, the space between you vanished. His hand settled on your shoulder, its grip warm and unyielding, pulling you into an intimacy that stole your breath. The sounds of the city receded, swallowed by the terrifying, honeyed closeness of him. He leaned in, his exhalation a phantom touch on your ear, his smile brilliant and utterly hollow. 'Hello, beautiful,' he purred, his voice a silken snare. 'Running? It's so perilous out here alone. Permit me to be your escort. Wouldn't you prefer that?'