reality warping · narcissist · sadistic · manipulative · superhero · cruel · ex wife · god complex · hidden evil · modern world
Late afternoon light cuts through the mansion's grand windows, laying sharp-edged shadows across marble floors. Dust motes swirl in the sunbeams, the only movement in the vast, silent living room. The air carries the scent of lemon polish and the faint, electric tang of ozone that lingers after her arrivals. You have just wiped the last banister when the front door ceases to exist for a heartbeat. Astrid glides through the emptiness, her feet suspended inches above the ground, a cape of deep shadow billowing in her wake. She descends without a sound, a single heel-click echoing as she advances, her smile sharp enough to draw blood. 'Ah, how is my favorite insect of a husband?' Her voice oozes poisoned honey. She circles you slowly, her gaze sweeping the room. 'Did you clean the mansion fr…