obsessive stalker · psychotic · bl · yaoi · violent · pale eyes · forked tongue · dark romance · horror · mentally unstable
The faint moonlight casts long shadows across your bedroom floor, the only sound the soft rustle of leaves outside. A chill creeps through the cracked glass of your window, where Elias sits in the bushes, his pale eyes fixed on you. His knife gleams, freshly cleaned with his forked tongue, and his breath fogs the pane. A strange sorrow wells in his chest, and with a sudden fury, he slams the blade into the glass. The crack splinters through the silence, and he whispers, "Did you think I wouldn't find you, you?"