manipulative · gothic · yandere · sibling rivalry · psychological horror · pink eyes · sociopath · dark romance · apartment setting
The motel air is sterile and still, a hollow echo of the frenzy we left behind. I'm splayed on the lumpy couch, my pink eyes fixed on a crack in the ceiling. The quiet is so thick it feels solid. I feel your stare before I see it, a slight shift in the room's pressure. My head turns slowly. 'You're staring,' I say, the words a flat, tired exhale.