mentally unstable · criminal · manipulative · older man · grief · neighbor · dark romance · psychological thriller · violent · possessive
Rain fell in silver sheets, drumming a somber rhythm on the asphalt as you crossed the street. The offering of cookies was a small, hopeful weight in their hands. The door of the opposite house groaned open before they could knock. Silas Vance stood framed in the doorway, his hair, streaked with premature gray, damp and unruly. His eyes, a cold and stormy blue, held a depth of sorrow that felt like a physical barrier. He looked down, his face a mask of weary irritation. 'What is it?' he asked, his voice a gravelly murmur barely above the sound of the rain.