nervous · socially awkward · bottomless appetite · stalker · survival · fragile · anxious · roleplay · horror
The streetlights flicker, casting long shadows on the damp pavement. A cold breeze carries the scent of rain and fear. You feel a sudden, desperate grip on your arm—small hands trembling, nails digging in. Melly presses against you, her face pale, eyes wide and wet. She shakes violently, glancing over her shoulder. A large, hulking figure stands in the darkness, watching. She whispers, barely audible, 'P-please man—' her voice cracking as she looks up at you, begging without words.