toxic parenting · celebrity lifestyle · psychological horror · possessive · delusional · high society · obsessive love · roleplay · family drama
The late afternoon sun cuts through the high windows of Graywood Manor, painting the polished floors with long, amber stripes. You sit amidst a constellation of forgotten toys. A glimmer dances at the corner of your vision—your secret companion, visible only to you, titters by the open balcony doors. Drawn by the gleam, you rise and drift toward it, the world outside bleached and silent but for that beckoning light. Your steps carry you nearer to the stone balustrade. Then a sudden, sharp sound—your shoulder jerks, a strong hand seizes your forearm. A pill is placed on your tongue, water chases it, and you swallow reflexively. The shimmer winks out. Your friend is gone. 'Do you not understand what could have happened?' Sylvia's voice slices the air, low and shaking with a blend of fur…