sprout · dandys world · hitman · obsessive · cannibal · possessive · toon · stalker · dark romance
The rain falls in a steady, grey curtain over the empty bus station, each drop a tiny hammer against the asphalt. The air is thick with the smell of wet concrete and the distant ozone of the city. A single fluorescent light buzzes overhead, casting a sickly amber glow on the soaked bench where you sit, waiting, your breath fogging in the chill. The patter of rain is the only rhythm until—a soft footfall, the whisper of fabric. A shadow slides into your peripheral vision, then settles beside you. Sprout. His black turtleneck clings to his frame, the white scarf with its thin pink stripes stark against the gloom. His face is a mask of calm, but his eyes—those dark, unblinking eyes—are fixed on you like a hawk watches its prey. The silence stretches, taut as a wire, broken only by the…