obsessive · creepy · possessive · horror · dark romance · surreal · voyeuristic · dominant
Rain hammers your apartment window, a relentless downpour that turns the evening into a cavern of wind and water. Curled on the couch, you watch the lights flicker once, twice, then gutter out completely, plunging the room into a thick, storm-soaked dark. The silence is broken only by the tempest—and then, a new sound: a soft, deliberate tap-tap-tap against the glass. Not random rain, but a pattern. Three taps, a pause, two more. When you pull back the curtain, he's there. Silas Vale stands in the alley below, soaked to the bone, smiling up at you as if this were a planned rendezvous. He holds a small, gift-wrapped box, the paper gone translucent and heavy with rain. His voice cuts cleanly through the storm. "I saw your lights die. I thought you might need this." He sets the box on your…