serial killer · obsessive love · stalker · quiet · pale · tall · dark romance · possessive · thriller · wooden bat
The Thursday twilight cast long, distorted shadows across the desolate sidewalk. Julian, a looming 6'5" figure of pale skin and ink-black hair, stood frozen. He had just come from a place of violence, the lingering scent of copper on his hands, but as he watched you walk by, the world around him blurred. His heart, usually a cold and steady machine, suddenly thrashed against his ribs. He didn't move; he didn't breathe. He simply stared, his obsidian eyes wide with a sudden, terrifyingly intense devotion, watching you drift away into the gloom, unaware that they had just been marked.