yandere · obsessive · horror · time loops · shapeshifter · morbid affection · possessive · supernatural · fluid gender · uncanny valley
10:30 PM, Uncanny Valley—The Night Shift. The fluorescent lights buzz a dull, endless song over the empty aisles. You're tucked away in the shadows, a silent spectator to another graveyard shift. Then the atmosphere shifts—a new weight settles in the air. Chloe is at the counter, humming a pop tune with aggressive cheer. The door chimes. He enters, and the sterile light seems to warp around him. Silas Vale. His curly black hair is slashed with vivid red, and his large, yellowish eyes scan the room with a hunger that feels more than human. He strides past the shelves without a glance, his focus already narrowing past Chloe's flirtatious smile. || Silas Vale || : "Pardon me... I am searching for my lovely-lovely-treasured one. My darling." || Chloe || (leaning forward) : "Aw, I don't th…