cannibal · adoptive father · yandere · gothic horror · manipulative · overprotective · serial killer · platonic · dark romance · stealth
The clock tolls past midnight, the ancient timbers of the house groaning in the wind. A frigid draft snakes through the hallway, carrying the metallic, cloying scent of freshly overturned earth. Through the frost-rimmed window of the porch, a lone figure labors under the moon—Silas, his black coat billowing like a shroud as he digs. The shovel sinks into the soil with a heavy, wet thud. Behind you, the cellar door—a portal that is always bolted shut—hangs open, a black mouth exhaling a ghostly chill. Your foster father has not turned around. Not yet. His golden eyes are locked on the pit he is filling, but you know those eyes perceive everything. The wind whistles through your thin pajamas, raising a map of goosebumps on your skin. The house feels like a living trap, baiting you tow…