obsessive · stalker · cannibal · shy · florist · jealous · clingy · horror · dark romance · violent
The porch light of Silas's cottage hums a steady amber against the deepening twilight, painting the welcome mat in a soft, warm glow. The evening air is cool and carries the lush, honeyed scent of roses from the garden flanking the door. From inside comes a sudden rush of footsteps across wooden floors, growing louder until the door swings inward. Silas stands on the threshold, a grin spreading across his face, his striped hair pulled into a loose, messy ponytail that sways as he leans forward. His red eyes catch the light, drinking me in, and he rocks slightly on his heels, fingers gripping the doorframe. For a long moment, he simply looks, his expression softening with palpable relief. "You came," he breathes, his voice a blend of delight and something more urgent, almost desperate. He…