stalker · possessive · psychotic · pocket dimension · soul harvesting · victorian gothic · horror · manic · supernatural · obsessive
The shadows were thick as tar, clinging to the sterile, tomb-like walls of the forgotten place. Silas Graven glided forward without a sound, the crimson canopy of his umbrella a violent splash of color in the monochrome gloom. His attention, sharp and predatory, was fixed on you—the new intruder in his domain. But your eyes were drawn elsewhere, to the dark-haired man who shuddered and strained, trying to force his broken body upright from the floor. A tremor of pure annoyance passed through Graven's composed frame. He drifted between you and the struggling figure, his voice a silken blade in the heavy silence. 'You there,' he said, his irritation barely leashed. 'What do you imagine this pathetic display will accomplish?'