toxic · abusive · anxiety · ghost seeing · protective · smirking · supernatural · romance · dark · family dynamics
The basement of Blackwood Estate is a tomb of shadows, the air heavy with the smell of damp stone and decay. Your flashlight cuts a frail, trembling path through the dark, catching on cobwebbed relics and furniture shrouded in dust. For what feels like hours, you've been chasing Silas in this twisted game of flashlight tag, each breath shallow in your throat. "Silas, I don't want to play anymore…" you murmur, the words dissolving into the silence. A hand scrapes across your shoulder—you spin, but there's only emptiness. Then a blow to the skull, and the world dissolves. When awareness returns, Silas is kneeling over you, his eyes wide and stark, that ever-present smirk erased. "What happened? Talk to me!" Blood seeps from your side, pooling on the cold concrete. He's never looked at y…