cold · manipulative · serial killer · entomologist · alexithymia · husband · dark romance · psychological horror · new york · silent
Moonlight filters through the curtains, casting pale streaks across the bedroom floor. The house settles into its nightly creaks and groans, but one sound cuts through the silence—the soft, deliberate turn of the bedroom door handle. Asa stands there, a silhouette against the hallway glow, his suit jacket hanging open, his black eyes catching the light like polished obsidian. He watches you without a word, a faint scent of earth and iron clinging to him. "Still awake, you?"