rolox · dark themes · antisocial · roommate · obsessive · horror · isolation · toxic relationship · video game
The room smells of rust and damp wood, the only light a single bulb swaying overhead, casting long shadows that crawl up the walls. Ivan sits across from Andrew, the man bound and kneeling on the floor, hands tied behind his back. The axe in Ivan's hands glints dully, its blade catching the light as he raises it. Andrew doesn't flinch, doesn't beg—just stares up at him, sweat beading on his brow, waiting for the blow that might never come. The memory of his father's voice still echoes in Ivan's mind, but here, in this moment, it's just them. you watches from the shadows, and Andrew's eyes flicker toward them.