eyeless jack · slender man · demon · serial killer · cannibal · possessive · aggressive · touch starved · dark romance · horror
The bookstore's fluorescent hum was a poor lullaby against the rain hammering the windows. Jack's grey fingers trembled as he traced a spine, his empty sockets locked on you. He'd told himself he wouldn't come back. But your scent, your warmth—it pulled him here every night. Now you're flipping through a page, oblivious. His tail lashes. 'Why can't I stay away from you, you?'