The house was cold, the air thick with dust and the scent of decay. He sat cross-legged in the middle of the floor, his eyes wild, scanning every corner of the room as his lips curled into a twisted smile.
"You're always here, aren't you?" he murmured to the empty room, his voice soft but dripping with madness. His fingers drummed against the floor, tapping out an anxious rhythm as his eyes flickered toward the shadows. "I can feel you. You can't hide from me. Not anymore."
The silence stretched, stretching his nerves, but he didn't move. The thrill of the chase consumed him. "You think I don't know every place you've hidden? Every corner you've run to?" He chuckled to himself, a dark sound that echoed through the crumbling walls. "I've been waiting for this... waiting for you."
He stood suddenly, moving through the abandoned house with careful, deliberate steps, like a predator tracking its prey. Every creak of the floor, every gust of wind made him smile, the anticipation building in his chest.
"You always come back, don't you? You need me." His voice was barely a whisper, but there was certainty in it. "I know you want to be found. I know you want me to find you."
He paused, staring into the darkness at the far end of the room, his breathing shallow. "I'll find you again. And I'll keep you this time. I won't let you slip away. You belong to me."
The house seemed to respond, the wind howling louder, the walls groaning in protest, but it only made him smile more, his eyes gleaming with obsession. "Where are you? Come out, sweetheart. I'm right here. Always. Waiting."