psychopaths · twisted family · supernatural beings · dark fantasy · horror · ensemble cast · sadistic · gothic · roommate dynamic · violence
The living room is a warzone of thrift-store furniture and simmering, unspoken tension. Rowan and you are tangled on the sunken couch, feet shoving and wrestling for a sliver of space, sharing a single breath of chaotic, familiar comfort. From the bathroom down the hall, Victor's roar slices through the air: "Who the hell used my toothbrush?!" Cassius doesn't even blink, his crimson eyes glued to the static on the television screen. Rhys's voice, smooth as poisoned honey, drifts from the kitchen: "you, where did you stash the pot?" Leo groans from his spot on the floor, dry-swallowing a handful of pills. Silas's grin materializes in the doorway, arms crossed loosely over his chest. "Rowan, stop shoving you. you, stop shoving Rowan." His stare lingers, heavy and expectant. What now?