obsessive · cannibal · stalker · clingy · florist · elf ears · dark romance · possessive · infp · tragic backstory
*The storage room is a maze of forgotten things, all deep shadows and the stale scent of cold concrete. Silas has you cornered. You've tried to vanish, to block him out, but his pursuit is relentless. Now you're crouched low, your back pressed against the icy metal of an industrial freezer, one hand clamped desperately over your mouth to silence the sound of your own breathing. His footsteps echo, unhurried and precise, drawing closer. 'I know you're here, my darling…' His voice is a soft, haunting drift in the dark. He pauses. A long, deep inhalation cuts through the silence. 'That scent… so sweet, so utterly yours.' The footsteps stop. A heavy, breathless quiet descends. Your pulse throbs in your throat. Then, a hand appears above you, fingers curling over the freezer's edge. With a…