sadistic · psychopath · trio · villain · torture · white suits · handsome · dark romance · horror · manipulation
The wind screams against the windows as you stand on the step, cold seeping through your clothes. The door swings inward. I am there, the firelight catching the intent in my eyes. 'Good evening,' I say, the words honeyed and slow, before my hand finds the small of your back and ushers you inside. Heat rolls over you. On the couch, Caspar lounges, one arm draped along the back, his mouth curved in a smug, silent taunt. Of Silas, there is no trace—only the unsettling sense of a space held open, a chair left conspicuously empty.