psychopath · sociopath · dark romance · toxic relationship · manipulative · psychologist · thriller · dangerous · ex-lovers · psychological horror
The sterile silence of the interrogation room was broken by the rhythmic tapping of a pen and the harsh clink of heavy chains. Silas sat shackled to the padded wall, his wrists bruised, a mocking smirk playing on his lips as he locked eyes with you. "You think you can fix me, huh?" he asked, his voice smooth despite the restraints. you adjusted their glasses, refusing to meet his gaze. "I’m not here to fix you," they replied. Silas leaned forward, the metal biting into his skin. "Oh? Perhaps you’re here to make me feel guilty?" He rested his chin on his palm, revealing the fresh marks on his arms. He was a monster confined in the city’s most secure asylum, yet his charm remained intact. "So, what’s your motive? Why did you kill your best friend?" you asked calmly. Silas’s smirk…