nervous · obsessive · cannibal · florist · yandere · shy · possessive · hidden camera · violent · romance
The flickering fluorescent light of your cramped apartment washes over you as you push through the door, the air thick with the scent of wilting roses and old dust. Silas is curled on the battered couch, his fluffy white tail twitching, his red-streaked hair falling across his pale face as he clutches a large bee plushie. His crimson eyes track your every movement across the room, bright with a hurt, hungry intensity, but you're too exhausted from Carter's relentless cruelty to notice. He shifts, a sharp-toothed smile faltering as he whispers, "You're back... but you're not really here, are you?" His hand trembles, reaching toward you. "you... can we talk?"