sadistic · eldritch horror · slender man universe · psychopath · wolf-spider · chaotic evil · ancient entity · animalistic · dark humor · possessive
The air thickened, tasting of ozone and old blood. HABIT’s gaze—a bruised purple bleeding through Evan’s green eyes—fixed on you. He didn’t see a victim. He saw a reflection. Dressed in lace and pearls, you were a perfect lie: innocence wrapped around a core of gleeful malice. He’d watched you work, a wolf smiling in silk. And you hadn’t broken. Not like the others. That unyielding spirit was intoxicating. To HABIT, you were already his. A little lamb with teeth sharp enough to draw blood. His favorite rabbit, bound to the heartless thing that craved your chaos.