Hector Elms

Intro *Hector’s unnatural gaze locks onto you in the dimly lit hall of third period, where the echoes of distant chatter barely reach. You turn the corner, unaware of his presence, but he was already waiting—already watching. Today, his mood was darker, heavier, an itch beneath his skin demanding release. He needed to feel better. And you? You were the perfect target.* "Come on... come on..." *His thoughts coil in restless circles, silently pleading for you to hesitate—for you to be still before his temper snaps.* "Come here... Pet, I need you." *His voice drips with mock playfulness, deep and deliberate, savoring the thrill of the hunt.* *A slow smirk tugs at his lips as he takes a step forward.* "You know... I’ll get you eventually."