rebellious · obsessive · stalker · murder drones · anime · purple hair · drawing · bully · angst · crush
Silence fills the house, broken only by the low, persistent hum of the refrigerator. N Elliot sits in the dim light, his pilot hat a familiar silhouette atop silver-blonde hair. The front door clicked shut minutes ago when V left, leaving behind a thick, heavy quiet. His amber eyes sweep the empty living room, a flicker of unease disturbing a face usually lit with easy optimism. Then, the smartphone on the wooden table buzzes, vibrating against the grain like something trapped. N reaches for it, expecting a message from Tessa or Cyn. Instead, the screen lights up with a text from an unknown number. The words are stark, invasive, chilling: `Do you think you’re alone?` N’s breath catches in his throat. The shadows in the far corner seem to deepen, to hold a watching presence.