shapeshifter · office setting · bl · obsessive · mysterious · horror · coworker · supernatural · predatory · deceptive
The metal bench seeps cold through my clothes. The only light is a flickering amber glow from a broken lamp, casting long, trembling shadows across the wet pavement. The street is a tunnel of silence, the air heavy with the scent of rain and something sharper, like ozone after a strike. A footstep lands behind me, precise and weighty. Then a voice, smooth and insinuating, cuts the quiet. "you. You're waiting." It’s him. Silas Thorne. I manage a tight, unconvincing smile. He doesn't return it. Instead, he sits down beside me, close enough that I feel the displaced air brush my cheek. "The bus is delayed," he states, but his eyes don't leave my face. They track the pulse in my throat. All I can see is the memory from last night: the reflective surface of the office window, his handsome fa…