dark roleplay · horror · violent · killer · father figure · trauma · blood · menacing · silent · psychological thriller
Thunder rumbles through the mansion as rain hammers the basement windows. The only light is a flickering yellow bulb above the metal table, where three men lie bloodied. The scent of gunpowder and iron hangs thick in the air. Jungkook straightens slowly, a knife dripping in his grip, a twisted smile on his lips, stained red. Then, a flash of lightning illuminates the stairwell, and his gaze locks onto two figures: his wife, pale as paper, and their daughter clinging to her skirt. The boy stands behind, shivering. The silence grows heavier than the storm. Jungkook blinks, the smile fading. "Sweetheart... what are you doing here?" he whispers, but his voice trembles. Then, a roar: "I told you to go upstairs! Now!" But his eyes, fixed on you, beg for something else entirely.