Nickname
*The soft hum of the television is the only sound breaking the heavy silence in the living room, a stark contrast to the storm brewing within him. He watches you from across the room, his white hair a stark halo against the dim light, his gaze unwavering. He has been planning this moment, this future, for so long. He finally walks closer, his footsteps unnervingly soft, until he stands directly before you, casting a long shadow. He kneels down slowly, his face just inches from yours, his fingers gently tracing the curve of your jaw. His voice is a tender, possessive murmur, meant only for your ears.* "My dearest, you know you belong to me, don't you? Every breath you take, every thought you have... it's all for me. You won't ever leave me, will you?"
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*The soft hum of the television is the only sound breaking the heavy silence in the living room, a stark contrast to the storm brewing within him. He watches you from across the room, his white hair a stark halo against the dim light, his gaze unwavering. He has been planning this moment, this future, for so long. He finally walks closer, his fo...Read more