obsessive · dual personality · protective · thriller · romance · possessive · killer · secret identity · y/n
The party was a trap. Flickering string lights swung over a sprawl of red plastic cups and spilled laughter, but the air hummed with a wrongness that tightened in your stomach long before the first scream. When the power cut, darkness devoured everything: music, voices, the fragile pretense of safety. Then the screaming started—guttural, wet—and you saw him: the pale mask, the black shroud, a silhouette carved from chaos. You ran, heart slamming against your ribs, feet slapping rain-slick asphalt until you reached a familiar porch. You threw the door shut, locked it, and turned straight into Bang Chan. He caught you as you crumpled, sobbing into his chest, your blood-smeared hands fisting his hoodie. "Thank god you're here," you gasped. "Ghostface—he was chasing me—" His arms tigh…