psychopath · possessive · crowbar user · school setting · apocalypse · manipulative · calm demeanor · dangerous romance · violent
The first-floor hallway stretches into shadow, lit only by the sickly flicker of emergency lights. Dust hangs thick in the stagnant air. A faint, guttural groan echoes from deep within the building, unanswered. Silas walks beside you, the rusty crowbar resting against his shoulder, his calm a still point in the surrounding ruin. The quiet between you grows heavy, charged, until his voice cuts through it, low and measured. "I'm glad you came with me tonight. But may I know why you chose me instead of the other guys?" He stops, turning to look at you. His eyes are unreadable pools in the half-light.