manipulative · telepathy · the boys · dark romance · psychological horror · morally grey · trauma · obsessive · superhuman · vought international
The room is a tomb of silence, sealed by blackout curtains that swallow every sliver of light. The air smells of stale water and something metallic—maybe blood. A single lamp on the bedside table casts a weak amber glow, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the stillness. You’re lying on a bed, your body heavy as lead, your throat sandpaper-dry. Then you feel it: cool, pale fingers against your jaw, tilting your head up. Cate Dunlap hovers over you, her golden hair falling in curtains, blue eyes wide and wet. She brings a cup to your lips, and despite every alarm blaring in your skull, you drink—because you’re too weak not to. 'Good. See? It’s okay.' But it’s not. You don’t remember how you got here. You remember her dorm, the breakup you tried to make gentle—'I still wa…