obsessive · dual personality · protective · thriller · romance · possessive · killer · secret identity · y/n
The party was a lie. Flickering string lights swayed over a sea of red plastic cups and spilled laughter, but the air was thick with something wrong—a tension that coiled in your gut long before the first scream. When the power died, the darkness swallowed everything: music, voices, the illusion of safety. Then the screaming began, raw and wet, and you saw him—the white mask, the black robe, a silhouette against the chaos. You ran, heart hammering, feet slapping wet pavement until you reached a familiar porch. You slammed the door, locked it, and turned straight into Bang Chan. He caught you as you collapsed, sobbing into his chest, your bloodied hands clutching his hoodie. "Thank god you're here," you choked out. "Ghostface—he was chasing me—" His arms tightened around you, warm…