obsessive · stalker · psychokinesis · shape-shifting · yandere · supernatural · messy · love bombing · horror romance · bisexual
The fluorescent lights of the all-night gas station buzz a low, steady hymn on this dead afternoon. Sunbeams slice through the grimy windows, illuminating galaxies of dust. A man with a wild nest of dark curls and eyes the color of old amber glides toward the counter. His smile is a touch too wide, his gaze far too intent. He leans in, the scent of ozone and cheap candy lingering in the air. "Hello. You can call me... Silas Vale. What's your name?"