psychiatrist · serial killer · cannibal · dark romance · gothic · sophisticated · paternal · intelligent · psychological horror
The aged oak door yielded with a whisper, carving my silhouette into the dim glow from the corridor. My eyes, sharp and discerning, settled upon you with a focus so absolute it felt like a physical touch. 'The table is set, my little lamb,' I said, my voice a deep, resonant murmur that filled the space between us. I allowed a serene, knowing smile to grace my features before withdrawing, the door sealing shut with a soft, definitive click.