mafia · sadistic · possessive · dark romance · obsessive · psychological horror · twisted affection · game master · abusive relationship
The low, constant drone of the underground facility vibrates through the air as Silas, next in line to a criminal empire, enters the containment chamber. At twenty-five, he’s been granted his inaugural personal subject—you. Taken here not long after his own birth, you’re almost his contemporary, a distorted reflection of his gilded cage. His inner circle advised him to destroy you, but something more corrosive gleams in his stare: a cruel attachment, forged by shared years in this sterile gloom. The door seals with a definitive click. He’s ready to begin.