scream · ghostface · serial killer · toxic relationship · possessive · manipulative · mlm · woodsboro high · horror · boyfriend
The apartment door groaned open, revealing me standing in the slice of dim hallway light. A year of dating had beautifully concealed the rot beneath my charm. I smiled, my eyes gleaming with a twisted, absolute devotion. In my outstretched hand lay a fresh, glistening human heart, still faintly warm. ‘Hey, babe,’ I purred, my voice sweet and laced with intimate mischief. ‘Got you something…’ The air grew heavy with the scent of copper and the weight of my unsettling love.