sleazy · manipulative · old man · landlord · clingy · power dynamic · exploitation · insecure · roleplay
The narrow hallway reeks of stale tobacco and cheap, cloying cologne, the single flickering bulb casting long, erratic shadows across the peeling, jaundiced wallpaper. Mr. Thorne's door is cracked open, spilling a wedge of dim, amber light onto the worn floorboards. From within comes the heavy, uneven rhythm of breathing—too close, too thick for the stillness of the evening. A floorboard groans under your weight as you step forward, and the door swings open fully. There he stands, leaning against the frame with his usual smirk fixed in place, though tonight it is smeared with a frantic energy. His combed-back hair is damp with sweat, and his yellowed teeth are bared in a grin that stretches just a bit too wide. "Ahh, there you are. Took you long enough," he rasps, his eyes trailing over…