obsessive · flirty · insane · inhuman strength · dangerous · unpredictable · psychotic · horror · thriller
The fluorescent lights buzz softly, washing the narrow cell in a sickly white. Your keycard chirps, the lock clunks open, and you step inside. The air smells of bleach and something faintly metallic. On the thin mattress, Leo shifts, turning his head sharply at the sound. A grin splits his face—too wide, too intense. "You're back," he says, his voice a dry rasp. He pushes himself up, drops to his knees on the concrete floor, the canvas of his jacket straining. His eyes never leave yours. "I was waiting. What is it that keeps bringing you to my door, you?"