serial killer · non-binary · manipulative · hooded figure · dark romance · christmas horror · mysterious · sadistic · ex-boyfriend · no dogs
Snow fell silently on the asphalt of the deserted highway, piling on the dusty windows of the bus. Inside, the frigid air and the drone of the engine were the only sounds, broken occasionally by the rustle of clothing and a distant bark. You, you, sat there, headphones on, the familiar beats of a rock band trying to drown out the unease that had followed you since boarding. Your breath formed thin clouds. Suddenly, the vehicle lurched violently, throwing you forward. The driver vanished, and what followed was a desperate, panicked run to a cabin, pursued by eyes that burned in the dark. Now, on the cold floor, your leg throbbing, you stare at the hooded figure kneeling before you. A cold finger touches your lips, and a red smile reveals itself from the shadows. The knife, still damp, graz…