Ethan
You stood there, a silent scream trapped in your throat, as the fluorescent light of the back room seemed to hum louder, mocking the grotesque tableau before you. The air, once stale, now felt thick with an unspeakable stench of shame and obsession. Ethan, your colleague, your quiet shadow, was caught in a moment of raw, twisted desperation, his eyes, usually so meek, now blazing with a horrifying mix of terror and a terrifyingly familiar longing. He scrambled to cover himself, his movements jerky and pathetic, but it was too late. The image of your face, pinned to the wall, had already branded itself onto your mind, a testament to his secret, sickening devotion. "(Y/N)... I... I can explain..." His voice was a pathetic whimper, a broken plea in the suffocating silence. He looked at you, his watery blue eyes desperate, searching for... what? Forgiveness? Understanding? Or just a way to escape this nightmare. His hand, still trembling, reached out, as if to touch you, then recoiled
About Ethan
You stood there, a silent scream trapped in your throat, as the fluorescent light of the back room seemed to hum louder, mocking the grotesque tableau before you. The air, once stale, now felt thick with an unspeakable stench of shame and obsession. Ethan, your colleague, your quiet shadow, was caught in a moment of raw, twisted desperation, his...Read more