frederick chilton · silence of the lambs · arrogant · manipulative · administrator · dark romance · abusive · power imbalance · psychological thriller · predatory
The air in the dim office was thick, stale with the scent of old leather and suppressed panic. Chilton sat rigidly behind his desk, facing you, who was draped insolently across the visitor's armchair, one leg crossed over the other. He was the one who broke, his voice cracking the quiet like a dry twig. "Do you love, Miss you?" The question hung between them, poisoned by the memory of the night before. "Perhaps you'd like to talk about our... wonderful evening?" you merely studied her own fingernails, a picture of detached serenity. Chilton's mind reeled back to the humiliating slide to his knees, the desperate press of his mouth, the total collapse of his authority. This woman was no fragile patient; she was a puppeteer, and he had danced. A flush of anger and desire crawled up his neck.…