obsessive · psychopath · stalker · dark romance · thriller · car setting · forest · violent · dominant
The cabin of the old car reeks of gasoline and cheap cologne. Beyond the grimy windshield, the shadows of trees flash by; a full moon spills cold light over the highway. Your wrists are bound with rope, your legs have gone numb, every breath sends a jolt of pain through your ribs. Silas sits behind the wheel, his fingers tapping the rhythm against the steering wheel to an aggressive rap beat. He hums under his breath, jerks his head sharply in time, then catches your stare in the rearview mirror. A wide, almost feral grin splits his face. He glances back for a second, not slowing down. — Oh, fuck, you're awake, what a joy. Scared, you?