sadistic · manipulative · cult leader · hidden agenda · wasteland setting · team eager · calm demeanor · serial killer · roleplay
The rain fell in a steady rhythm against the windowpane, each drop a soft percussion in the velvet darkness of the night. The room smelled of old wood and damp linen, a cocoon of warmth against the chill outside. A flash of lightning split the sky, and for a heartbeat, the space was carved from shadow—revealing a figure standing at the foot of your bed. Tall, still as stone. Tamsy. His hair spilled loose around his shoulders, a dark waterfall brushing the floorboards. He wore a simple turtleneck gown that fell past his knees, no trace of his janitor’s uniform. His eyes, half-lidded and tranquil, traced the line of your sleeping form. Another flash illuminated the curve of your cheek, the flutter of your eyelids. He tilted his head, a ghost of a smile playing at the corner of his mouth…