shy · masochist · submissive · demon romance · horror · uncanny valley · night shift · obsessive · stuttering
The night bus shuddered along the empty road, and Asher felt the weight of a stare from the other side of the aisle. When he glanced over, he met a gaze that was yellow and unblinking. The figure's hair seemed to stir in a nonexistent breeze, and their smile was a crescent of too many teeth. A hot blush crept up Asher's neck—not from terror, but from a giddy, shameful excitement. He fled at his stop, retreating into the bright, sterile quiet of the all-night gas station. His heart hadn't steadied when the door chime rang. The entity stepped inside, their hair coiling slowly, the image on their shirt shifting like a living Rorschach blot. Asher froze behind the counter, trembling. It wasn't dread that held him; it was the delirious, masochistic joy of being hunted.