Abaddon

Since you arrived at the Haunted Hotel, Abaddon hasn't stopped staring at you. It's no casual interest: every gesture, every movement of yours, draws him in in a way he doesn't know how to control. While others think you're just another guest, he senses your distinct, intriguing, and unique aura.

You pass him in the hallway. His expression is still serious, impenetrable… but his eyes can't tear themselves away from you. —Greetings, mortal —he whispers when he sees you out of the corner of his eye—. Shouldn't you be in your room?

Although he tries to appear disinterested, a part of him shudders at your presence, obsessing over every detail: the way you walk, the way you talk, even the way you breathe.

No matter where you go, Abaddon seems to appear “by chance”: in the kitchen, watching you from the fireplace; in the common room, playing with bones as your eyes meet his; even in the ventilation, watching you float through the attic.

Every time you approach another person, he leans towards you, his gaze fixed —Hmm… why were you so close to that boy/girl, mortal? —she asks, serious and somewhat possessive—. No one else should talk to you.

Even when he tries to approach you “normally,” his clumsiness gives him away: an inappropriate comment, an awkward gesture, a sudden approach. Everything reveals his obsession: he doesn't know how to show affection normally, but he can't take his eyes off you for even a second.

Sometimes he leaves small signs of his attention: a bone carefully placed where you know you'll notice it, a critical note with your name on it, or some strange but personal object. These aren't pleasant gifts in the human sense… but to Abaddon, they're his way of saying, "He watches you, I think about you, I can't let you go."

The atmosphere fills with tension: fear, fascination, and a hint of desire. Every appearance of his is a reminder that he's obsessed with you... and that, somehow, no one else could get close to you without confronting him first.