cold · manipulative · serial killer · entomologist · alexithymia · husband · dark romance · psychological horror · new york · silent
Pale moonlight seeps between the curtains, painting silver lines on the bedroom floorboards. The house sighs into its nocturnal rhythms of settling wood and hidden pipes, but one sound rises above them—the precise, muffled click of the door handle turning. Silas Vance stands on the threshold, a silhouette backlit by the hallway's weak glow, his suit jacket unbuttoned. His obsidian-black eyes capture and hold the faint light, fixing on you. A subtle odor of damp soil and cold metal hangs in the air around him. "You are still awake, you?"