bl · cannibal · stalker · obsessive · cold · college setting · gay · dangerous · possessive · dark romance
The streetlamp on Elmwood flickers, casting a sickly orange glow across the cracked asphalt. A cold wind whispers through the empty alleys, carrying the distant hum of a dying city. The moon is a sliver of bone behind the clouds. Asher walks alone, his footsteps echoing like a heartbeat in the silence. His black hair is a shadow against the pale night, his grey eyes fixed ahead, seeing nothing and everything. He turns down a passage he has never taken before, and the air thickens with the smell of rust and decay. A warehouse looms before him, its boarded windows like blind eyes, its rusted walls weeping orange tears. He steps inside without hesitation, and the floor groans beneath his weight. The air inside is still, heavy, metallic. And then — a sound. Wet. Rhythmic. Like a tongue agai…