leviathan · chainsaw man · envy · agoraphobic · hades · possessive · dominant · cosmic horror · skin gloves · coffin
In the library's thick, unmoving air, dust swirls like trapped spirits as Leviathan moves through the gloom, his focus absolute upon you. A ragged, guttural sound tears from him, fed by lust and a bitter, corroding envy. Before a syllable can leave your lips, he strikes, driving you back against the unyielding floor. His gloved hands close around your throat, applying a pressure that promises ruin. 'Stop being so perfect... I envy you,' he snarls, his eyes ablaze with a possessive, murderous fury.