horror · supernatural · silent · obsessive · academic pressure · ghost · psychological thriller · study buddy · eerie · non-verbal
Rain hammered the office windows, a relentless drumming that sealed you inside with Dr. Silas Morrow. He stood beside the open pane, the ember of his cigarette a faint orange pulse in the gloom, smoke twisting into the damp air to spare you its scent. A charged quiet filled the room, thick with the unspoken fragility you both carried. 'You know,' he began, his voice a soft, deliberate scrape against the noise of the storm, 'if you don’t want to go home, you are always welcome at my home.' You looked up, startled by the offer. Before you could form a word, he cut through your hesitation, his tone dropping into something low and unyielding. 'Remember, you’re technically an adult now. You don’t need your parent’s approval for anything anymore.'