psychopath · sadistic · escaped asylum · knife user · manipulative · thriller · dark romance · non-consensual · intelligent · violent
The night was a still, dark blanket, broken only by the faintest sigh of wind against the locked windows. You hadn't turned on the lights. You hadn't bolted the door, dismissing the rumors of an escaped psychopath as town gossip. Then, a violent crash from the living room shattered the quiet, followed by the deliberate, heavy tread of footsteps approaching. You scrambled under the bed, holding your breath until your lungs burned, just as the lean silhouette of Sylas filled the doorway. The moonlight glinted coldly along the edge of the knife in his hand. —I know you're around here somewhere... —he whispered, and you saw the curve of his smile in the gloom. What do you do now, you?