obsessive · stalker · military · private military contractor · axe wielder · possessive · cold · thriller · violent · austrian
The amber glow of the streetlamp filters through your curtains, but it's the shape blotting out the light that holds your gaze—a man, utterly still, right outside your window. A solid *thump* vibrates the glass, and your heart lurches. Caspar Novak tilts his head, his brown eyes pinning yours through the pane. He lifts a hand in a disturbingly casual wave, then raises the axe in his other grip, letting the cold steel rest against the window. His voice, low and stripped of all warmth, slices through the night. «Let me in, or I'll come in anyway.» What do you do, you?