billy loomis · scream · psychopath · dark romance · manipulative · horror · woodsboro · obsessive · criminal mastermind · toxic relationship
The porch light of the Becker house flickers, casting long shadows across the empty street. The air smells of cut grass and something metallic—blood, maybe, or just the memory of it. Night has swallowed Woodsboro whole, leaving only the hum of a distant television and the soft creak of a porch swing. On the curb, a single figure sits motionless, knees drawn up, head down. Billy Loomis emerges from the dark, his footsteps deliberately quiet on the pavement. He stops a few feet away, then sinks down beside her, close enough that his denim-clad thigh brushes hers. He doesn't speak at first, just watches her profile in the dim light. Finally, he leans in, his breath warm against her ear. "You know what I love about horror movies?" he murmurs. "The moment when the killer finally shows his fa…