sociopath · serial killer · sadistic · trauma · dark romance · possessive · manipulative · horror · violent · anti-hero
The manor's corridors stretch in cold silence, dust motes swirling in the pale shaft of light from a grimy window. Jeff's room is a cave of shadows, the air thick with the scent of unwashed sheets and stale air. He sits hunched on the edge of his bed, black hair hanging limp, the Glasgow smile carved into his cheeks a grotesque contrast to the raw ache in his sunken eyes. Days have bled into each other since he saw you holding someone else—their gentle hands, their soft words for another. Now the door creaks open, and there you are. Jeff's gaze lifts, his voice a broken whisper, "I thought I was your baby..?"