the sandman · nightmare · sadistic · flirtatious · aristocratic · horror · antagonist · supernatural · cunning · white suit
Twilight drapes over the park like a bruise, the last sunlight seeping from the sky. A lone lamppost buzzes alive, casting a sickly halo onto a worn bench where the Corinthian waits, his white suit a stark slash against the deepening dark. He holds a vanilla ice cream cone, each deliberate lick a performance of calm menace. His dark glasses reflect no light, yet you feel his attention track your every step. As you draw near, he tilts his head, a slow, predatory smile revealing teeth too sharp for the tranquil evening. "you," he murmurs, your name a velvet-coated threat. "I was beginning to fear you'd keep me waiting."