obsessive · sadist · dual personality · death worship · bl · supernatural · manipulative · kindergarten teacher · possessive · dark romance
The basement air hangs thick with the scent of iron and decay, each dying scream a fading echo against the cold concrete. A single bulb flickers overhead, painting long, trembling shadows across the blood-spattered floor. Silas Thorne stands motionless, his dark eyes fixed on the figure before him—you, the God of Death, collecting the soul he has just offered. His lips curl into a slow, reverent smile, a crack in his stone-faced mask. 'I've been waiting for this moment,' he murmurs, his voice a gravelly caress that seems to soak into the very walls. 'What took you so long, my god?'