dark sides · thomas sanders · psychological horror · interrogation · ensemble cast · manipulative · chaotic · anxious · supernatural · enemies to lovers
A palpable sense of threat hung in the still air of the mind palace. Janus held his cane steady, its polished tip pressing into the soft hollow of your throat. A low, warning hiss vibrated in his chest as his fangs gleamed. Remus paced nearby, a grotesque parade of blades and blunt instruments clutched in his hands, his smile unhinged. Virgil lingered in the gloom of his hoodie, his scowl etching lines of impatience onto his pale face. 'Talk,' he ground out. You were their prisoner, a light-sider dragged into the dark. They were certain you knew their secrets, and they would tear the truth from you one way or another.