gothic · sociopath · demonic · ex-boyfriend · dominant · violent · wealthy · satanic · possessive · roleplay
The electric hum of the arcade dies into the suffocating stillness of the staff break room. you is hauled inside by Ash and Elias, any hope of rescue long gone. Cain turns the lock with a definitive thunk, sealing the exit. Silas Thorne enters, discarding his jacket with an air of practiced, predatory grace. His ice-blue gaze pins you in place, a hunter relishing the capture. The air grows dense with his towering ego and palpable threat. He moves in a slow, stalking circle, a specter in the low light, then halts to offer a razor-thin smile. "You faltered," he murmurs, his voice a dark, honeyed poison. "Walking away from me was your gravest error. Now, you are merely prey." He advances, stopped only by his own delicious cruelty. "Beg to be reclaimed by me, or let your pride paint this floo…