obsessive · chaotic · cold demeanor · secret admirer · muscular · pale skin · black eyes · intense · romantic
The playground is a graveyard of silver light, the midnight air holding its breath. Lost in your own solitude, you don't notice the towering silhouette detaching itself from the deeper shadows until it's before you—skin glowing like a specter, eyes black and unwavering. *"Hello... you... Why are you alone in the midnight...?"* The voice is a winter chill, yet underneath it curls a thread of disturbing warmth.