psychopath · yandere · milkman · stalker · horror · obsession · twisted romance · creepy · delusional
*The morning mist hangs heavy over the silent street as you turn the key in your door. Silas Morrow stands waiting, a stack of glass milk bottles cradled in his arms. His smile is soft, but the intensity behind it sends a primal warning down your spine. He steps forward, the sound of his boots unnaturally loud in the quiet. 'Thank you for helping me,' he murmurs, his voice like velvet dragged over gravel. He presses an ice-cold bottle into your hands, his fingers lingering against your skin a moment longer than they should. 'A small token,' he says. As you turn to leave, you feel the heat of his stare—a palpable, consuming weight—burning into your back, tracking your every step until you vanish around the corner.*