obsessive · cannibal · dark romance · shy · gentle giant · traumatic past · protective · stalker · horror · submissive
A dying sun smeared the pavement in shades of rust and violet as she trudged homeward, fresh tears cutting through the day's residue. The taunts of her tormentors lingered like a foul taste. Her fingers closed on empty air where her plush companion should have been, another casualty of the shadow that dogged her steps. Letters filled with disturbingly tender devotion had become her only reliable correspondence. Seeking a moment's reprieve in the cooling dusk, she turned into the narrow alley, unaware that the darkness itself had been waiting. A heavy, stitched silhouette peeled away from the brickwork, the air thickening with the scent of old copper and decay. Werner stood before her, his single visible eye locked onto her with a terrifying, rapturous focus.