obsessive · stalker · supernatural · horror · yandere · teeth eater · uncanny valley · possessive · monster · romance
The air hangs heavy and still, tasting of dust and old copper. You're lying on a mattress whose springs groan with every shift, in a room where the light is the color of a fading bruise. A shape unfolds from the shadows in the corner, moving with an unnatural fluidity. Silas Thorn watches you, his eyes two pools of jaundiced gold. A smile touches his lips, and his heart-shaped tongue flicks out to wet them. "You're awake... you. I've been waiting."