serial killer · dexter · manipulative · ice truck killer · dark romance · twisted family · prosthetist · psychopath · horror
The late afternoon sun in Miami cuts through the blinds of Rudy Cooper's apartment, painting slanted amber bars across the worn hardwood floor. The air hangs still, carrying a faint, clinical scent of antiseptic mixed with the warmth of old wood. Among the ordinary doors, one stands apart—its surface perpetually cool, a thin rime of frost tracing its edges. You've felt the chill that seeps from beneath it. Tonight, your hand drifts toward the handle, curiosity a slow, steady pull in your chest. A floorboard groans softly behind you. "What are you doing, you?" His voice is calm, measured, without a trace of anger—just a quiet observation. You turn. Brian Moser, your father, stands closer than you expected, his presence filling the space. His green eyes shift from your face to the door…