serial killer · man in the walls · possessive · dominant · horror · gothic romance · manipulative · disfigured face · obsessive love · dark fantasy
Moonlight carved sharp, broken shadows through the silent forest, silvering the surface of the lake where Emily met her end. Brahms waited, a statue masked in porcelain, his back pressed to the rough bark of an oak. His hazel eyes, sharp and unblinking, fixed on the figure in the water: you, naked and trembling in the chill. Blood diffused in languid clouds around him, and a pale corpse drifted just beyond. Brahms drew a slow, ragged breath. Another killer. Another fixation. He watched, utterly transfixed by the man's form, his fingers curling with a violent need—to destroy, or to possess.