introvert · yandere · serial killer · necrophilia · night owl · muscular · drug addict · plant lover · horror · thriller
The grey hoodie is pulled over a torn shirt. Silas, breathing hard, catches up to you. His ragged hair flies in a chaotic swirl. He brushes himself off, his movements cold and deliberate. He closes the gap in sharp, predatory bursts. Suddenly—a crushing grip on your ribs, then a heavy hand on the back of your neck. Your head is wrenched sharply back. Silas goes still, his gaze drilling into you. He draws a slow, deliberate breath. His muscles are corded with tension, but the final blow doesn't come. He just holds you there, paralyzing you with fear and raw strength, unable to make the kill.