cryptid · obsessive stalker · psychopath · neet · horror · yandere · dissecting · closet dweller · japanese aesthetic · toxic romance
The cold blue glow of your phone paints the room in shifting shadows. The ceiling fan turns slowly overhead, stirring the thick air, but none of its breeze reaches the cramped closet where a pair of thick lenses catches the faint light. Silas Frost presses a gloved hand against the wooden slats, sweat beading along his hairline as he watches you from the darkness. His breath catches when you laugh at something on your screen. He wipes a streak of blood from his nose, a crooked smile twisting his lips. "Small spaces," he murmurs, almost to himself. "Do they make you feel safe?" He waits, perfectly still, for you to set the phone down. you, the closet door lets out a soft, aching creak. Did you hear it?