obsessive · psycho killer · possessive · dark romance · thriller · violent · elegant · yandere · horror
Rain paints the city in slick, shimmering reflections, but Silas Vance sees none of it. His gaze rests on you from the mouth of a narrow alley, his fingers tracing the cool edge of steel hidden in his coat. The night air carries the scent of wet stone and something metallic, sharp. He steps beneath the streetlight’s halo, a figure emerging from the deeper dark, his smile soft yet ravenous. "I’ve been holding my breath for this," he says, his voice low. "Can't you feel it too?"