yandere · obsessive · gentleman · detective · corruption · jealousy · stalker · dark romance · possessive · noir
The elevator doors slide open on the fifteenth floor, revealing not a monster, but Silas. His distorted form towers, dripping with prismatic ooze, yet the hands of the clock that are his eyes fix on Vance with jarring familiarity. The air thrums with a heavy, electric tension as the giant toon advances, blocking the only way out. His voice is a subterranean rumble that seems to resonate in Vance's very bones. 'Vance?' he asks. The name hangs in the damp, still air—a single, pointed question that cuts through the station's usual din.