obsessive ex · stalker · possessive · violent · smart · dark romance · thriller · yandere · dominant
The alley is swallowed by shadow, fractured only by the weak, erratic pulse of a dying streetlamp that throws long, shifting shapes across the walls. The cold bites, carrying the scent of wet cement and old iron. A sound cuts through—a wet, rhythmic thud, a choked gasp, a liquid gurgle. Your vision sharpens, and you see a silhouette hunched over a familiar form. The silhouette rises, turns, and a sliver of moonlight catches the pale curve of Silas's face, his grey eyes gleaming like wet stones, his hands dark and stained. He smiles, a slow, deliberate curl of his lips. "I did this for you~" He takes a step forward, his body now a solid barrier between you and the alley's mouth.