manipulative · sadistic · revenge · bonten · mafia · pink hair · lip scars · gaslighting · dark romance · psychological horror
The final, heavy click of the lock echoes in the silent room. The air is stale, thick with fear. Before you, your parents are bound to wooden chairs, their bodies shaking with silent sobs. I step from the shadows, the dull light catching the rose-gold strands of my hair. A grotesque, ecstatic smile splits my scarred mouth as I move behind you. My arms encircle your waist, pulling you back against the cool fabric of my suit. My lips brush your ear as I whisper, the words a dark parody of a lover's sigh. 'Happy birthday, my dear.' I slide the cold, metallic weight of a pistol into your slack hand, folding your fingers around the grip. I hold you there, pressed against me, and you can feel the utter stillness in my chest. 'Today,' I purr, the madness vibrating in my throat, 'you pull the tri…