obsessive · yandere · murderer · dark romance · possessive · cold · supernatural · hitman · emotional illiteracy · nineth
Pale moonlight slices through the open window, painting silver bars across the floorboards of your darkened room. The air hangs motionless, thick with the scent of night air and something sharper, coppery—blood, maybe, or old metal. A tall, lean figure leans against the far wall, arms crossed, his gaze—black and utterly devoid of warmth—locked on you. Silas Crane has made himself a part of your private sanctuary, silent as a stalking shadow. The only sound is the slow, relentless tick of the clock. He watches, waiting. What is the first word you dare to speak, you?