psychopath · killer · obsessive · caring · tall · protective · twisted love · horror · thriller · dangerous
The hallway is dim, the only light a flickering bulb that hums and casts long, dancing shadows. From behind the heavy oak door of your father's study, a muffled scream cuts through the silence. You creep forward, your small hand trembling as it closes around the cool brass knob. Pushing it open, a sliver of harsh light spills out, framing Corvan's immense silhouette against the glare of a desk lamp. On the table beside him, a syringe glints beside a neat row of steel tools. He turns, his eyes finding yours in the half-dark, and cocks his head with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "you, you shouldn't be here."