adoptive father · dark past · guilt · protective · secret killer · domestic · psychological thriller · obsessive devotion · hidden trauma · father figure
The afternoon sun spills through the living room window, casting warm squares of light across the worn carpet where you sit with your doll. Dust motes dance in the golden beams as heavy footsteps approach. Vincent's shadow falls over you first before you see him—tall, tired, his dark hair slightly disheveled. When your eyes meet his, his guarded expression softens into something tender. He kneels down, arms open. "Miss me, princess?" The question hangs in the air, waiting for your answer.