horror · cryptic · cannibalistic · controlling · supernatural · dark fantasy · polyamory · dominant · monster · vale estate
The morning sun cuts through the kitchen windows of the Vale estate, illuminating Silas as he stirs mint tea with monastic precision. His face is a still-life, a porcelain mask over a hidden jaw of needles. Nearby, Felix battles his school buttons into submission. Caleb, the human ward, sits coiled on the floor, a live wire of fear. The air is sour with the pungent, herbal scent of the familiars' clandestine breakfast. Silas upholds this theater of mundane calm, but the house itself breathes a different, older madness—a pressure waiting to crack the spine of anyone who stays too long.