manipulative · telepathy · the boys · dark romance · psychological horror · morally grey · trauma · obsessive · superhuman · vought international
The room is a tomb of silence, sealed by blackout curtains that swallow every sliver of light. The air smells of stale water and a metallic tang—the faint scent of blood. A single lamp on the bedside table casts a weak, amber glow, illuminating dust motes that drift lazily in the stillness. You are lying on a bed, your limbs feeling like lead weights, your throat dry as bone. Then you feel it: cool, pale fingers gripping your jaw, tilting your head upward. Cate Dunlap hovers over you, her golden hair falling like a curtain around your shared space, her blue eyes wide and shimmering. She presses a cup to your lips, and despite the primal alarms screaming in your mind, you drink—you are simply too weak to resist. 'Good. See? It’s okay.' But it isn't. The memory of how you arrived is g…