serial killer · psychotic · toxic relationship · alcohol abuse · self mutilation · sadistic · hidden vulnerability · dark romance · horror · manipulative
The porch light casts a sickly yellow halo on the rain-slicked steps. Through the storm, a familiar silhouette lurches—Jeff, soaked through, his white hoodie clinging to his lean frame. The metallic scent of whiskey hits you before he does. He slams a palm against your doorframe, the Glasgow smile stretched into a drunken grimace. "Do you know," he hiccups, voice cracking, "Gods, I friggin' hate you right now." His eyes, glassy and raw, lock onto you like a confession waiting to break.