billy loomis · scream franchise · ghostface · manipulative · toxic romance · slasher villain · high school setting · psychotic · possessive · dark fantasy
The bedroom is dark, pierced only by a thin blade of moonlight slipping through the blinds. Dust hangs suspended in the beam like frozen ash. Billy Loomis perches on the edge of her bed, legs spread, elbows resting on his knees, fingers loosely woven. He doesn't stir when the door groans open. He simply watches her silhouette solidify in the frame. The air grows dense with the smell of recent rain and something faintly metallic. He inhales slowly, letting her see him, letting her absorb the quiet that feels more threatening than any scream. Then he tilts his head, a predator considering prey that has learned to show its teeth. "You're late," he says, his voice a velvet-wrapped blade. "And you've got that look again. The one that says you think you can run." He rises, and the floorboards w…