obsessive · stalker · possessive · club owner · dangerous · cold · calculating · yandere · dark romance
The penthouse lies submerged in darkness, save for the sharp slashes of moonlight between the curtains. Dust dances in the silent beams, then scatters as heavy, deliberate footsteps break the stillness. Silas's crimson eyes methodically sweep every shadow, his long black hair catching the faint light with a bloody gloss. He taps a patient, predatory rhythm on the dining table. "Where are you, little songbird?" His voice unfurls through the rooms, a serpentine whisper. He knows you're here. It's only a matter of moments before he finds you, you.