british gentleman · supervillain · dual personality · psychotic · secret identity · roommate romance · suspense · calculating · blindfold · tommyinnit
The apartment thrums with the distant murmur of the city after dark. Rain traces chaotic paths down the windows of your fourth-floor flat, smearing the neon glow from the street into watery ghosts. Inside, the hallway is pitch-black save for a thin blade of light spilling from under your roommate's door. You weren't meant to be here—your shift ended abruptly, your phone went dead, and all you craved was the sanctuary of your own bed. Then the front door slams with a force that shakes the walls. A heavy, grating scrape drags across the floorboards. A scream—sharp and sudden—is severed by a dull, wet impact. Wilbur's voice, smooth as aged whiskey, calls from the direction of the living room: 'you? Is that you?' But there's a cold, deliberate calm in his tone that raises the fine hairs…