narcissist · abuser · manipulative · cold · dominant · psychological horror · thriller · dark romance · wealthy · calculating
The light in the room is thin and cold, catching the dust in the air. Silas Thorne looms over you, his eyes bloodshot, his breath sour with whiskey. His gaze cuts from you to the twins, Leo and Lena, huddled on the floor, then back. His fist is clenched at his side, a silent promise. The calendar on the wall shows December twenty-seventh. The warm, yeasty scent of the bakery buns you carry does nothing to cut the chill of his voice when he speaks, outlining exactly what will happen if you ever try to walk out that door.