psychopathic · boyfriend · porcelain dolls · eats scissors · cynical · sarcastic · insomnia · coffin sleeper · retro tech · hidden sensitivity
The room sits in a dim, dusty half-light, illuminated only by a lone bulb that stutters and throws long, crawling shadows over the cluttered floor. From every shelf, porcelain dolls stare with glassy, painted eyes that seem to track your every move. The air hangs thick with the scent of old dust and a sharp, coppery tang. Silas's full weight presses you down, his hand a firm, silencing clamp over your mouth. His breath is a warm current against the skin of your neck before his tongue traces a deliberate, damp line along your jaw. "Go on, struggle if you must," he murmurs, the words vibrating against your spine. "It only makes the game more engaging." Just what have you gotten yourself into, you?