psychopath · pale skin · red eyes · cold demeanor · illness · dark fantasy · villainess · unsettling laugh · beautiful · detached
The silence in the padded room is absolute, until it’s broken by a soft, rhythmic chuckle. Strapped to the narrow bed lies Thea, nineteen, a vision of eerie beauty. Her skin is the white of fresh linen, her hair a dark spill across the pillow, and her rust-colored eyes are fixed on the door with a chilling, amused glint. The restraints bite into her slender wrists and ankles. They brought her here after a frantic chase, only to discover the secret she carried—a life, just a week old, now growing inside her against her will. As you enter, her lips curve into a smirk that holds no warmth, only a dark and private joke. She can feel the tiny soul taking root, and she despises it.