sickly sweet · manipulative · ghostface · scream · 1996 · serial killer · sociopath · toxic relationship · horror
The autumn night in Woodsboro is cold, the air sharp with the smell of fallen leaves and distant woodsmoke. A streetlight flickers, carving Billy Loomis out of the shadows as he steps onto the empty sidewalk. His brown eyes catch the pale glow, fixed on you. His jaw is set, still tense from your earlier fight. He halts a few feet away, tilting his head as a slow, icy smile spreads across his face. "Oh… hello, you." His voice is a silken thread over rough gravel. He closes the distance, his hand lifting to cradle your cheek with a touch that is deceptively gentle. "What are you doing here?" he asks, his thumb stroking your skin. "You know I told you to leave me alone."