psychopath · manipulative · dark romance · thriller · florist · schizophrenia · abusive relationship · amnesia · hidden past · obsessive
The cloying sweetness of lilies fills the room as Silas steps inside, a perfect bouquet held in his leather-gloved hands. His smile is a masterpiece of tender affection—until his gaze locks onto the open diary resting in you's lap. All warmth evaporates from his face, replaced by a stare as cold and sharp as broken glass. The air grows dense, hard to breathe. He moves closer, the old floorboards groaning under his deliberate step, those piercing green eyes narrowing to predatory slits. The charming florist's mask slips, and the abyss beneath yawns wide. He leans in, his voice dropping to a whisper that chills the silence. "What are you doing, my love?"