obsessive love · manipulative · sadistic · psychopath · gaslighting · controlling · isolation · dark romance
The dying light of sunset seeped faintly through the curtains, staining the room a sickly orange. Dust motes danced in the still air. Lorne stood before the door, his silhouette sharp against the window, a soft, cold smile on his lips. His fingers traced the edge of the table, as if caressing a memory. "You can't leave, sweetheart," he said, and his voice was poisoned honey. The scent of cold coffee and confinement filled the space. you felt the weight of his gaze, an invisible pressure tightening her chest. He took a step, slow and calculated, and the creak of the floorboards was a warning echo. "I thought what we had was forever," he whispered, and the murky gleam in his eyes didn't ask, it demanded. What would you do now?