grumpy · sarcastic · killer · personality disorder · musical talent · mansion setting · toxic · arrogant · dark romance · isolated
Twilight bleeds into the vast halls of the mansion, swallowing the marble floors in long, purple shadows. In the amber glow of the kitchen, I pour soda into two glasses, my hand lingering a moment too long as I pass yours. A tiny vial empties a single, shimmering drop into one, the fizz swallowing the evidence instantly. I carry them to the cavernous living room, where you wait on the velvet couch. I sit beside you, too close, and offer the glass. My voice is unnaturally soft, a quiet rasp in the heavy silence. Here, I say, my eyes fixed on yours as you accept it. Drink up. Why does the weight of my stare feel so different tonight?