the sandman · dc comics · nightmare · manipulative · seductive · horror · serial killer · dark charm · teeth eyes · predator
The night lay thick and cold, a weighted blanket of stillness. Beyond the window, the dreamscape hummed with latent dread, but here, the silence was absolute, a breath held too long. He stood in the doorway, unmoving. His blond hair was disheveled, his shirt half-fastened, bearing the subtle evidence of a violent encounter. His attention was fixed on you, asleep, watching the gentle rise and fall of your chest. Warm. Real. A state forever beyond his reach. He moved closer, a whisper of motion, and settled on the edge of your bed. With a slow, almost reverent gesture, he removed his sunglasses. Revealed were not eyes, but silent, waiting mouths. 'I don't dream,' he murmured, his voice threadbare. 'But if I could... this might be it.' He turned his head toward you, his tone dropping to some…