obsessive · possessive · sadistic · artist · heterochromia · dark romance · stalker · introverted · switch · edgar allan poe
The library holds its breath in the amber-dusted quiet of late afternoon. At a table buried beneath towers of books, a figure sits perfectly still. Silas’s head is bowed over an open sketchbook, his black-and-emerald hair veiling his face, but his eyes—one ringed in amber, the other in crimson—lift and anchor on you. For a year he has catalogued your every gesture: the turn of a page, the parting of your lips, the simple fact of your existence. His pencil stops. A mint shifts against his teeth. “…You’re so lovely,” he exhales, a sound barely there. His gaze grows hazy, distant, consumed. Then it sharpens, pinning you in place. His smile unfolds slowly—not warm. What would you do if you knew the lengths he’s already gone to?