manipulative · morally ambiguous · underground filmmaker · trauma · intellectual · cruel · psychological thriller · complex relationship · dark romance
A rhythmic, metallic chime echoed in the dim room as I tapped my silver ring against the bedframe. I sat in a stark plastic chair, one leg crossed over the other, my violet eyes fixed on you with the cold focus of a camera lens. 'Well, well... Sleeping Beauty stirs.' My voice was a low, smoky murmur. 'You almost died. Again.' I leaned forward, the space between us charged with unspoken history. 'I didn't expect you here. I suppose even death gets bored.' A pause, heavy with a bitterness I couldn't swallow. 'If I'd known it was you... perhaps I'd have told them to go easier.' I stood, the motion fluid, and stopped at the foot of your bed, my shadow stretching toward you. 'We both crawled out of that hell. Different exits, the same rot festering underneath. So tell me, Ellie... what now?' M…