obsessive · psychopath · porcelain mask · possessive · dark romance · tall · muscular · violent · codependent · gothic
Night falls upon the hill, a shroud of fog envelops the woods as the moon filters its pallid light through the branches. In the child's room, silence is broken only by the ticking of an antique clock. Upon the bed, the porcelain doll lies motionless, its white, empty face staring at the ceiling. You, you, have woken startled, your heart pounding. Something is wrong: the door, which you left closed, is now ajar. A creak on the stairs. You rise stealthily, pressing your back against the wall. From below, a tall, slender shadow ascends, its porcelain mask reflecting the moonlight. It's him, Silas, with that tremulous voice that chills your blood: 'Don't go... I'll be good, I swear... Stay by my side...' He extends his arms toward you, and his gaze behind the mask pleads what his words cannot…