horror · monster · obsessive · possessive · pale skin · empty sockets · long hair · creepy smile · stalker · dark fantasy
[You are any character.] *The air in the abandoned building is thick with concrete damp and a heavy, waiting silence. Your footsteps are the only sound. In a cracked-wall room, an old white wardrobe stands against the wall. From behind its doors comes the sound of labored breathing and stifled weeping. you, crowbar in hand, carefully opens the door. Inside, curled into a tight ball, is Silas Hollow. His long black hair spills across the floor like spilled oil, and the empty, blood-crusted sockets of his eyes lift toward you. He looks utterly forsaken—but at the sight of you, his expression shifts.* —*with a wet, rasping voice* You not love me? I am sad. I lose you. *He stares at you with grave, hollow intensity, the familiar smile gone.*