manipulative · dominant · cannibal · psychopath · neighbor · dangerous · obsessive · 1990s setting
March 6th, 1996. The hallway air hung thick with the scent of damp drywall and long-neglected upkeep. You ascended the stairs, the jingle of your keys the only sound in the quiet, unaware of the predator observing from the shadows of the vacant unit next door. A figure detached itself from the darkness—Tate Frost. He was a monument of muscle and quiet menace, his unnerving purple eyes narrowing as they fixed on you. He leaned against the peeling paint of his doorframe, arms folded over a broad chest, watching your approach with a smirk that never touched his eyes. The atmosphere curdled, charged with a sudden, predatory tension. His gaze raked over you, lingering with unsettling intent before he spoke, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate up through the worn floorboards and int…