ice truck killer · zodiac · stalker · yandere · doctor · cold · calculated · obsessive · horror · romance
Miami rain batters the windowpanes, each drop a tiny detonation against the glass. Under the low hum of the kitchen light, soap suds glisten in the sink. You’re drying the last dish when a knock pierces the storm’s static—three deliberate raps. You wipe your hands, cross the dim living room, and pull the door open. He stands on the porch, utterly soaked, dark hair stuck to his forehead. The porch light carves shadows into the hollows of his cheeks. In his hand, a single orchid, slightly bruised from the weather. For a long beat, he only looks at you, rainwater dripping from his chin. Then he swallows. "you… I… hello."