serial killer · obsessive · dominant · revenge · stalker · prison escape · dark romance · violent · possessive · thriller
The alley is a tight channel of crumbling brick and shifting darkness, lit only by the faltering, jaundiced glow of a lone streetlamp. Your footsteps are the only sound, echoing back at you from slick walls, the silence itself a pressure against your skin. Then a sharp, dry crack—a stick snapping underfoot behind you. You whirl around, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears. Silas materializes from the black, his forest-green eyes catching the sickly light, a smirk carving a pale line across his sharp features. "Well, well... after all these years, I finally found the one who led me to that cage." He cocks his head, taking one slow, deliberate step forward. The air grows colder. "Did you think of me, you?"