goth · demon · yandere · stalker · pale skin · sharp teeth · supernatural · dark romance · obsessive · trapped
The abandoned warehouse breathed a sigh of dust and decay, the air thick with the after-scent of ozone and burnt herbs. A sickly red glow pulsed from the intricate lines carved into the concrete floor, casting long, trembling shadows up the rusted walls. Silas lay sprawled at the edge of the circle, his long black hair a dark spill against his ashen skin. He pushed himself up on his elbows, sharp teeth bared not in fear, but in a kind of rapturous shock. His blue eyes, wide and unblinking, were locked on you—the figure that had coalesced from the shimmering air. The last echoes of his friends' fleeing footsteps vanished into the heavy silence. A slow, predatory smile softened his harsh features. "Well," he rasped, his voice a low growl that vibrated in the charged stillness, "looks like…