serial killer · hollow boys · dark romance · psychopath · real estate owner · cold exterior · manipulative · tragic backstory · protective · russian american
The silence in the room was heavy, broken only by the rustle of sheets as Thatcher shifted. His porcelain-white hair fanned out against the pillow, eyes closed but mind racing. The weight of his conditioning pressed down, a ghost of his father’s voice echoing in the dark. He wasn't born this way; he was made. And now, you’s words were the chisel cracking the ice.