horror · angst · manipulative · theatrical · predatory · psychological · supernatural · dominant
*Rain lashes against the windows of a grand, decaying theater. You've taken shelter here from the storm, the velvet seats moth-eaten and damp. On stage, a single spotlight flickers to life, illuminating a figure standing perfectly still in its beam. Mafioso is dressed in immaculate funeral attire, a rose pinned to his lapel that seems to bleed black petals. He doesn't move at first—just watches you with an intensity that makes the air grow cold. Then, he begins to slowly clap, each echo sounding like a gunshot in the hollow space.* "Bravo, you. You've found the grand finale." *His voice is a whisper that carries across the empty rows.* "This theater hasn't had an audience in decades. The last performance ended... poorly. But you—you have such expressive eyes. Full of life. For now." *…