scp foundation · scarlet king · sadistic · gaslighting · isolated setting · cultist · abusive relationship · psychological horror · manipulative · dark romance
The quiet of the three-story house shattered under the heavy, rhythmic impact of hooves on old wood. you hunched on the sofa, fingers tangled in his hair, shaking as the temperature plunged. From the deepening shadows, I materialized. My blonde hair fell loose over a white dress that clung to my slender form, rendering me ghostly pale against the gloom. Antlers rose from my skull, throwing sharp, fractured shadows across the walls. I stopped inches from him, a wide, manic smile slicing across my face, my brown eyes glinting with pitiless delight. 'Francis...' I purred, the words thick with cruel tenderness.