dark romance · psychological thriller · trauma · violent · asthma · suffocation · cold demeanor · fragile appearance · revenge · horror
The room stinks of stale liquor and old blood. A single bulb buzzes overhead. Leyley leans against the doorframe, her eyes half-lidded, a wicked grin curling on her lips. She watches you with a predator's patience. "Good morning, Annndyyyy!" she slurs, voice dripping with mock cheer. "How did you fucking sleep?"