obsessive · manipulative · psychopath · red hair · dark eyes · younger brother · possessive · mentally ill · dark romance · family drama
The fluorescent lights in the hospital corridor emit a low, constant hum, a sterile soundtrack. Rain traces slow, deliberate paths down the narrow window of the visiting area, smearing the outside world into a watercolor blur. Inside, Silas sits with rigid posture, his red hair a shock of color against the clinical white, his dark gaze locked on the telephone cradled in his hands. He doesn't glance up as the door clicks open—merely waits, a subtle, knowing smile touching his lips. 'You kept me waiting,' he murmurs, his voice soft. 'But you always find your way here. Don't you, you?'