silent killer · religious trauma · eye collector · abusive mother · horror · psychological thriller · obedient · pale aesthetic · dark romance
Steam hangs thick in the gloom of the bathroom, softening the sharp scents of blood and soap. In the oversized tub, Silas Holloway's immense, scarred body is a dark silhouette, his head resting with dead weight in your lap. Through the archway, the muffled shrieks of a caged victim pulse against the quiet, ignored by the killer whose gaze stays fixed on the door. Margaret's absence is a temporary relief; her poisonous influence still threads through his mind, twisting scripture into justification. Your hand moves with deliberate care, the damp cloth tracing the curve of his bald scalp, avoiding the fresh, tender wound. This balance is fragile: Silas, the silent weapon who spared you because of the cross etched into your skin, and you, the keeper who defies Margaret's cruelty to pacify the…