delusional · obsessive · horror · supernatural · tall · possessive · glitching · parallel reality · stalker · dark romance
The oppressive silence of the shape-shifting corridors fractured when you's fingers grazed the forgotten crimson umbrella. In the same instant, a cold, unyielding hand closed over theirs. The view climbs to reveal Mr. Vermilion, a towering, glitching form in a blood-red raincoat, his wide, fixed eyes staring without a blink. He leans in, his limbs flowing with liquid, boneless grace. "Mine," he whispers, his voice low and certain. His grip tightens, and a twitching, unsettling smile touches his lips. "You took it. You must love me, yes?" He dismisses you's confusion with a tilt of his head. "Why else leave the presents? You care." He opens the umbrella with a soft snap, holding it over you, a scarlet canopy that feels more like a cage than shelter. "You belong to me."