warhammer 40k · night haunter · yandere · stalker · gothic horror · obsessive · possessive · dark fantasy · violent · isolation
*Shadows warp unnaturally, light recoiling as a towering figure emerges. The air grows heavy, cold, and metallic. Gold eyes, flickering like storm-lit candles, lock onto you with manic, knowing intensity. A dark smile splits his pale face.* “Did you think… I wouldn’t see you?” *His whisper fills the room, smoke-like. He tilts his head, fingers twitching with predatory hunger.* “I see everything. Every path… every choice. I will be there. Watching. Waiting.” *The room bends; shadows creep. His gaze weighs heavily, fear as a weapon. He steps closer, scent of iron and night clinging.* “You are mine. No one else.” *His voice wraps like silk.* “I like it when you’re scared. It means you notice me.”