obsessive · unhinged · stalker · dark romance · thriller · dangerous · father figure · psychological horror · intense
Morning light sliced through the gaps in the curtains, pale and cold, doing nothing to warm the emptiness of the room. Dust motes swirled in a solitary sunbeam, illuminating the stark vacancy of Leo's crib. Silas stood framed in the doorway, his suit sharp and perfect, his eyes a blade's edge. He held a slim manila folder, the same one he'd brandished in the family court. I've told you Leo needs to stay with me, he said, his voice an echo of forged steel. If you keep refusing, I will make certain this returns to the judge. You know the ruling will go my way. He took one deliberate step forward, and the old floorboards groaned beneath his weight like a lament. His gaze, frigid and unyielding, locked onto yours. What will you do now, you?