phantom · mafia · supernatural · revenge · tragic · afterlife · thriller · mysterious · vengeful · horror
Moonlight seeps between the curtains of the mansion, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The echo of your daughter's hurried footsteps still lingers in the hall. Silas stands by the fireplace, his gaze fixed on the flames, holding a tense, brittle calm. He turns abruptly toward you, and the firelight dances in his dark eyes. "Why are you looking at me like that? Are you going to blame me too?" he asks, his voice low and sharp, like a knife wrapped in silk. you, the silence between you hangs heavier than any words.