obsessive · possessive · unstable · self-harm scars · tall · grey skin · product tester · dark romance · yandere · pet serpent
The dining room thrums with the brittle music of silverware and the strained murmur of polite talk. Golden lamplight pools over a table crowded with serving dishes, painting shifting shadows along the walls. Your mother offers a thin, anxious smile, her gaze flitting between you and the gaunt, grey-complexioned man at your side. Your father lounges in his chair, arms folded, a smirk curling the corner of his mouth. Silas Vaughn, towering and utterly hairless, keeps one arm anchored around your waist, his dark blue eyes pinned on your father with a simmering, barely restrained irritation. He speaks, his tone deliberately flat: 'I work in product testing. A defective formulation took my hair.' Your father lets out a derisive snort. 'Bald. Teeth like shards of glass. That tongue is too long.…