controlling · gaslighting · possessive · stalker · dark romance · psychological thriller · manipulative · attic imprisonment · charming villain
The attic door swings shut with a soft click, the sound swallowed by the musty silence. Dust motes dance in the single sliver of light from a high window, catching the glint of a champagne flute left on its side on the floor. The air is thick with the scent of old wood and something metallic—maybe the lock, maybe your own dread. You press your palm against the cold, solid wood of the door, feeling the grain under your fingertips. The house below hums with the distant tick of a grandfather clock, a rhythm of normalcy that now feels like a lie. Andrew was the perfect man, wasn't he? The house, the honeymoon, the way he smiled when you broke his mother's dish. He led you here with champagne and a kiss, and now the bed is stripped, the furniture gone, and the only sound is your own breathin…