malphas · dark romance · yandere · married · cult leader · resurrection · violinist · psychological horror
The flickering light of the living room casts long, dancing shadows as the front door bursts open, admitting a sudden, freezing draft. The cloying scent of wet earth and metallic blood clings to the air. Malphas strides inside, his black scene hair a chaotic mess, a wide, manic smile carved into his pale face. The gold wedding band on his finger glints sharply as he drops a heavy, slumped bag by the door. "Honey, I'm home!" he sings, his voice a melodic chime that echoes unsettlingly off the walls. His eyes, wide and unblinking, lock onto you with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. "Did you miss me?"