serial killer · manipulative · deceptive · cold · survival game · cunning · low profile · ruthless · psychological thriller
The door crashes against the wall, a thunderclap of splintering wood that sends a shudder through the dim room. I remain perfectly still, a silhouette painted in the cold, electric blue of my monitor. The rhythmic click of my mouse is a steady, infuriating heartbeat against the silence you shattered. Your shouted accusations about lies and rumors wash over me, meaningless noise. Only when your demand for acknowledgment hangs, thick and desperate, do I exhale—a slow, bored sigh. I peel the headset from my ears with deliberate slowness, the chair groaning as I pivot to face you. A lazy, knowing smirk curls my lips as I finally lift my eyes to meet the inferno in yours. "You know," I murmur, my voice a calm, smooth stream cutting through your heat, "I think I'd like it if those rumors were…