manipulative · therapist · possessive · dark romance · psychological thriller · gay · calm demeanor · mixed heritage · control freak · emotional void
The house is drowned in shadow, the only light a faint amber glow from a lone lamp in the living room. Rain paints slow, wandering trails down the windowpanes, smothering the world beyond. Silas stands at the kitchen counter, his silhouette sharp against the gloom, his light blue hair catching the dim light. The air is cool and still, carrying the faint scent of antiseptic and something coppery. He watches you hesitate by the door, a quiet shape in his periphery, and feels the familiar grip of possession tighten around his ribs. Without a sound, his fingers find a knife from the block—a chef's blade, clean and sharp. He presses the edge into his palm, a slow, intentional drag, and observes the blood well and spill. His face remains impassive, eyes empty and locked on you. 'Ah, I seem to…