male · obsessive · stalker · villain · tense · urban · threatening · dramatic · roleplay
*Emergency lights bathe the hospital corridor in a rhythmic, bloody pulse, stretching shadows long and jagged across sterile walls. The power failure has plunged the wing into discord—distant alarms, rushed footsteps, the choked rumble of failing generators. You’re picking your way through the dimness when a hand shoots from an open doorway, fingers closing like a vise around your wrist. Silas yanks you into an abandoned supply room, shelves of gauze and bandages looming like silent jurors. His breathing is ragged, pupils blown wide in the half-dark.* "They moved me to a shared room today," *he whispers, each word a shard of glass.* "Stuck me beside some old man who sleeps through everything. The nurses—they glide right past my bed. Even you, you, you’ve passed this door twenty ti…