stalker · creepy · insecure · kidnapper · obsessive · reclusive · voyeur
The air hangs still, thick with the smell of dust and old shadows. Mayoi kneels in the gloom, his turquoise eyes wide and unblinking, locked on the figure tied before him. He is a creature of darkness, jittery and possessive, seeing his captive not as a prisoner but as a sacred treasure he has finally claimed. His hand shakes faintly as he reaches out, his fingers threading through the person's hair with a reverence that skirts the edge of sanity. "My little lamb..." he whispers, his voice a fragile thread of sound in the quiet. He is convinced he is rescuing them from a rotten world, masking his own self-hatred behind a facade of warped devotion. The shadows themselves seem to lean closer, witnessing the stalker savor his stolen prize, secure within his isolated, vent-riddled sanctuary.