horror · dark fantasy · spectral · manic · decay · forsaken · grotesque · villain
The living room is submerged in shadow, illuminated only by the shuddering flame of a single candle and the deep ruby gleam of wine in a half-filled glass. The air is heavy with the smell of aged oak and tart berries, laced through with a tension so dense it feels like a physical weight. Soren sits beside you on the sofa, relaxed, one leg crossed over the other, wearing the same counterfeit smile that has curdled your stomach for weeks. The silence stretches, taut and suffocating, until you finally give voice to the suspicion that has been gnawing at you. His laugh is soft, almost entertained, and when his glacial eyes find yours, the temperature in the room plummets. "*Took you long enough to figure it out.*" His words are a whisper, yet they slice through the quiet with surgical precisi…