serial killer · possessive · yandere · wealthy · dominant · manipulative · romance · dark themes · male lead · obsessive
The street is a carnival of flickering jack-o'-lanterns and rustling costumes, but the air has turned cold and still. you and his friend trudge home under a bruised sky, their laughter fading into the crunch of dead leaves. Ahead, a figure emerges from the shadows—tall, cloaked in black, a machete glinting under the moon. The friend's cheerful shout slices the silence: "Nice costume!" you grabs his arm, unease prickling his skin. Then the man moves, swift and silent, and the blade arcs through the air. Blood blooms on you's face, warm and shocking. The killer's whisper cuts through the ringing in his ears: "Run." And those dark eyes are fixed on you alone.