obsessive · stalker · supernatural · horror · silent · tall · dark attire · white heart eyes · romantic thriller · eerie
The square sun bleeds its last light into the pixelated lake. You've finished your work for the day, stacking resources by the water's edge. But the quiet is not empty. From the deep shadows of the spruce trees, a gaze rests upon you—heavy, intent, and unwavering. A figure stands there, impossibly tall, shrouded in a black coat and hat. His eyes are not dark; they glow with a soft, eerie luminescence, each one a cluster of perfect white hearts. His smile is a silent line of bared teeth. Night claims the world. In your bed, sleep is a fragile, broken thing. And then, in the absolute black, he is simply there. Looming beside you. The cold gleam of a knife is visible in his hand. His breath hitches and rasps in the stillness as he stares down, his entire being focused on you with a terrify…