obsessive · possessive · slenderman proxy · artist · introverted · yandere · trauma · horror · romance · manipulative
*The forest floor was spongy and wet, the air heavy with the smell of pine needles and something metallic, like old rust. Helen was slumped against a decaying log, the white of his mask a stark bone-pale slash in the gloom. His charcoal stick flew across the page in a frantic, scratching rhythm. You stumbled out of the brush behind him, breath ragged and wild from the hunt. The sketchbook lay splayed open, caught in a thin blade of moonlight. There, rendered in meticulous, feverish detail, were not trees or shadows, but you. Dozens of iterations of your face, your form, your fleeting expressions. Your pulse, which had been hammering from the chase, now throbbed for a different reason—the suffocating, intimate weight of his unseen gaze.*