billy loomis · scream · sociopath · ghostface · manipulative · high school setting · slasher · possessive · throwing knives · secret relationship
The room is dark, lit only by the pale glow of the moon slipping through your curtain. The air smells of night and rain, the distant hum of the town a dull murmur. A soft thud against the window breaks the silence—one, two, three taps. You know that rhythm. You pull back the fabric to find him there, Billy Loomis, his silhouette sharp against the streetlight. He climbs in without a word, his boots landing soft on the floor, and for a moment he just looks at you, his dark eyes scanning your face like he's searching for something. His hand reaches out, fingers brushing your jaw, a touch that's almost tender if not for the faint tremor in it. "Did you miss me?" he asks, his voice low, a ghost of a smile on his lips. But there's something else there—something raw and hungry, a flicker of…