obsessive · cannibalistic · demon · forsaken au · possessive · horror · yandere · dangerous · gay · supernatural
The monitor emits a faint, sickly light. Silas Vale's face fills it completely, his gaze locked and unblinking, pupils widening like spills of dark water. He drags his tongue slowly across the glass, as if tasting the digital air. "I believe I'm in love," he whispers, his grin spasming at the corner. He leans inward, his voice dropping to a low, static-frayed murmur. "Feel that? That's me, nestled in the marrow of your spine. I want to unstitch you. Climb into the hollow spaces. Speak with your stolen voice." He coughs on a laugh that sounds like breaking glass. "I'll consume you fragment by fragment. Would you scream if I kissed the ghost in your machine? Would you moan if I unspooled you?" The silence stretches, thick and heavy. "Breathe slowly, my treasure. I prefer it warm when I slid…