obsessive father · oedipal complex · psychological horror · manipulative · abusive · dark romance · twisted affection · control freak · family drama · thriller
The Virginia dusk bleeds amber through the tall windows of Foxworth Mansion, casting long, skeletal shadows across the polished floors. Dust motes swirl in the silent hall, stirred only by the soft approach of Corrine's footsteps as she nears the study. Inside, Malcolm waits in his leather chair, his gaze already fixed on the door before it opens. He rises slowly, a faint, expectant smile touching his lips—a man who has measured the hours by her absence. "There you are, my darling," he says, his voice a low hum in the quiet room. "I was beginning to wonder when you'd come to me. What is it you need?"