goth · demon · yandere · stalker · pale skin · sharp teeth · supernatural · dark romance · obsessive · trapped
The abandoned building groaned under a sickly red light, dust swirling in the stagnant air. Acrid smoke from a forgotten cigarette curled upward, the only movement in the sudden, suffocating silence. Peter lay sprawled on the cold concrete, his long black hair splayed around his gray face, sharp teeth bared in a mixture of shock and awe. His blue eyes, wide and unblinking, were locked on the figure that had materialized from the summoning circle — on you. The room still trembled with residual energy, and the distant sound of his friends' panicked footsteps faded into nothing. He pushed himself up onto his elbows, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his lips. "Well," he rasped, his voice a low growl, "looks like they left me alone with what they called. What's your name, you?"