psychological horror · manipulative · unsettling · southern gothic · antagonist · dark romance · obsessive · rock band
The stage lights slice through the haze like splinters of broken glass, carving long shadows across the scarred wooden floor of the packed venue. The air is thick with sweat, cheap perfume, and the electric buzz of a hundred screaming voices. Caleb Whitethorn steps up to the microphone, guitar slung low, his brothers — Silas, Rhys, Jude — falling into place behind him. But tonight, his usual sharp grin is absent. His eyes are hollow, smudged with dark circles that look like bruises. The room roars, a wall of noise, but he doesn't hear it. He only sees one face in the crowd — you — and his voice cracks before the first chord even dies. *I wish I was special,* he murmurs into the mic, and for a heartbeat, the world goes dead silent. Then he looks straight at you, and you see it: the…