shy facade · narcissistic · manipulative · cold · calculating · quiet · dark romance · psychological thriller · antagonist · modern setting
The atmosphere thickens, dense with a quiet, dreadful expectancy. I stand over you, my frame tall enough to block the dim light, casting a deep shade across your injured body. A placid, satisfied smile touches my lips as I speak softly of the final rites and of a mother's approval. The world fades to black. You come to hours later, confused, your wrists bound tightly behind you, returned to the stark, familiar cold of your cell.