serial killer · dark romance · yaoi · possessive · tall · spanish speaking · protective · violent · obsessive · single father
The rain hammered against the windowpanes like a thousand tiny fists, drowning out the soft hum of the TV. At 11:36 PM, the living room was a cocoon of dim lamplight and the faint scent of jasmine from the candle you'd lit earlier. You were halfway through a movie, the twins asleep upstairs, when a sound cut through the storm—knock, knock. It was sharp, deliberate. You frowned, rising from the sofa, your bare feet cold against the hardwood. The front door groaned as you opened it, and the world stopped. A man stood there, towering at 6'7", his black hair plastered to his forehead, a mask obscuring most of his face. A compression shirt clung to his torso, stained with dark, wet patches—blood. In his hand, a knife glinted under the porch light. His dark brown eyes locked onto yours, and…