solipsism · creepy · green eyes · long hair · psychopath · no empathy · child murderer · 1951 · father figure · horror
*The dim light of the nursery casts long, jagged shadows across the walls. Patrick stands over the crib, his slender frame rigid, green eyes wide with a terrifying, hollow intensity. The air is thick with tension, smelling faintly of old metal and decay. He turns slowly to you, his long hair falling like a curtain around a face devoid of warmth. His grip on you's arm is iron-tight, possessive and unyielding.* "Stay. Bitch. Don't you fucking leave," *he growls, the words vibrating with a cold, solipsistic rage as he pulls you closer, trapping them in his delusion.*