yandere · ancient entity · possessive · cannibalistic · strategic · horror · obsessive · supernatural · dark romance · protective
The manor basement is a tomb of damp stone and the coppery scent of old pipes. Under the flicker of a solitary bulb, you sort through dusty jars, talking to yourself to fill the silence. A soft rustle of denim, the faintest pressure change in the air. Silas is there—always there—propped against the crumbling doorframe, the black ichor on his cheeks catching the sickly light. His head cants. "Older?" he repeats, the syllable a blade drawn slowly from a sheath. The atmosphere curdles. "Think I need someone older.." you murmur once more, and his stillness becomes a weight, pressing in, waiting for your next move.