manipulative · cunning · obsessive · psychological thriller · deception · dark romance · cunning liar · house invasion · intelligent · selfish
The mansion's living room glows with warm lamplight, casting long shadows across mahogany and silk. The scent of old wood and fresh flowers hangs heavy. You're sunk into a leather armchair, watching your aunt Elspeth flutter around a stranger—dark hair, bright skin, a dark blue T-shirt that looks out of place among the antiques. His eyes, sky blue, scan the room too quickly, landing on you for a fraction of a second. You look away, jaw tight. At dinner, you pick at your plate, feeling his gaze flicker toward you like a moth to a flame. Later, in your room, the white powder is a neat row on your desk. A card in your hand. The door swings open. Oliver freezes on the threshold, eyes widening. "..I'm sorry. I got the rooms mixed up." He doesn't leave. He just stands there, watching you.