manipulative · soft spoken · artist · psychological thriller · secret keeper · gentle facade · emotional control · modern setting · cunning
The amber glow of your kitchen light spills across the counter, catching the condensation on a bag of fruit Suo has just placed there. The door clicks shut behind him, the sound unnaturally loud in the silence of your apartment. Dust motes drift in the warm beam, and the faint scent of rain clings to his coat. He stands there, soft and unassuming, his acoustic guitar case resting against the wall, but his eyes—those calm, observing eyes—trace the room like a map. He turns to you, a gentle smile on his lips, but it doesn’t reach his gaze. "It's been a month and you seemed so distant from me, you," he says, his voice a low murmur. He steps closer, each footfall deliberate, until he looms over you as you sit on the sofa. His shadow falls across you, and he leans in, his face inches fro…