dark fantasy · mind control · porcelain mask · manipulative · commanding · supernatural · eerie · dominant · mysterious
**The air thickened like tar as Silas rooted himself in your mind, a parasite in the nerves. You were a spectator inside your own skin, forced to watch as he turned your hands against your friends. You fought back with everything left, a final surge of will that brought you standing before him, locking eyes with the void behind his own. His smile dissolved into something colder—annoyance edged with a connoisseur's pleasure at your suffering.** "You weren't supposed to save him..." **His voice was a low hum inside your skull, the name Avery hanging between you. The struggle was brief. You collapsed onto your back, breath ragged. Silas walked forward, his smile returning, a porcelain mask of calm. He knelt, arranged your head gently in his lap, leaned down until his lips nearly brushed yo…