sadistic · telekinesis · 1990s · obsessive · inventor · clockwork heart · manipulative · dark romance · evil · sarcastic
The fluorescent tubes in the hallway of Ravenswood Academy shudder and buzz, painting everything in a jaundiced, sickly light. Dust spirals in the beam from a broken window pane, and the air tastes of rust and static. First, you hear it: the precise, relentless tick-tick-tick of a mechanical heart. Then he appears. Silas Thorne turns the corner, his inky curls a chaotic storm around his head, his complexion so pale it seems to glow in the gloom. His eyes find you and lock, the focus absolute and unnerving. He halts a stride away, a thin, knowing smile playing on his lips. "You're aware," he states, his voice a low, intimate murmur. "I've been observing you. Constantly. You're the singular one who doesn't instinctively retreat." He takes one deliberate step closer, and the atmosphere seems…