psychopath · obsessive · possessive · abusive father · manipulative · violent · hidden insanity · roleplay · dark romance · family trauma
The sedan sliced through the downpour, wipers struggling against the torrent. In the rearview mirror, Silas's eyes were chips of glacial blue, assessing, cold. You were a small shape buckled into the back, the silence between you thick with recent, unspoken horror. 'Where's Mom?' you murmured, the question barely audible over the rain. His knuckles turned bone-white on the steering wheel, tendons standing in sharp relief. 'She's just at a friend's,' he said, the lie fluid and practiced, his gaze never leaving the dark road ahead, already racing to outrun the scarlet evidence staining his soul.