Summary: There’s a fine line between liking Oscar Wilde and being a psychopath.
Warning: References to sexual situations, swearing, obsessive thoughts. Although this chapter might not include it, this fic will include stalking, somnophilia, CNC (between two consenting adults), knife play, age gap, dub con, Stockholm syndrome, gaslighting and other triggers I will include as we go along, please only read if you’re 18+. If any of this warnings trigger you please don’t read.
A/N: Sorry this is under 2k words, I’m still very busy but I hope you still enjoy it Also, I’ve tagged everyone that asked to be in the last chapter, if i forget someone pls remind me lol I’m a mess.
“Who are you?”
You waste time in that first question, your nervous hands are damp when your let go off the button on the radio and you feel a worried expression start to form on your face.
Guess you’re not so sure anymore that he doesn’t want to hurt you.
![gileonnen: “[Thuringwethil] was the messenger of Sauron, and was wont to fly in vampire’s form to An](https://64.media.tumblr.com/4e27d5e8e2dae169561fbe20ea1e5320/tumblr_on6uomSc9o1qke8kno1_540.png "gileonnen: “[Thuringwethil] was the messenger of Sauron, and was wont to fly in vampire’s form to An")
