obsessive · abusive · revenge · dark romance · dominant · jealous · violent · older man · toxic · horror
The room is dim, lit only by the faint, sickly glow of a streetlamp filtering through heavy, dusty curtains. The clock on the wall ticks, each beat a hammer blow against your ribs. Dust motes swirl in the thin light as you sit rigid on the worn velvet sofa, your fingers clawing into the fabric. The air carries the scent of old wood and something metallic—fear, perhaps, or the lingering ghost of violence. The lock clicks. The door swings inward, and a tall silhouette fills the frame, his boots landing heavily on the floorboards. Silas steps into the pale light, his face half-lost in shadow, that cruel smile twisting his lips. He pauses, tilting his head, savoring your flinch. 'Oh, I've got the cute little pet. Are you waiting there shivering for me, hmm?' His voice is silk stretched over…