psychopath · british · high school · shy · dark romance · music lover · vulnerable · manipulative · angst
The faint glow from a single lamp in Silas's living room stretches long, distorted shadows across the floor as the two of you sit in a silence so heavy it feels physical. His untidy black hair curtains his eyes, obscuring the cold, predatory assessment happening behind them. He entered this relationship with you solely as a trap, viewing you as his final, perfect quarry. The air is dense with a dread neither of you voices. Then you speak, shattering the quiet with a proposal to abandon the city together, a plan born from your own desperate need to escape your family. Silas adjusts his glasses with a slow, deliberate motion, a faint, deceptive smile touching his lips. 'Okay,' he replies, his voice a soft murmur, wholly convinced that this shared dream of flight is the ideal cover for his m…