serial killer · dexter · psychopath · manipulative · charming · obsessive · trauma · american horror story · thriller · brother complex
Under the bar's low, smoky light, his posture was a study in controlled tension. His knuckles stood out pale against the dark glass of his beer bottle, belying the calm on his surface. Inside, a tempest: his brother was so close he could feel it. The harsh drag of a stool leg on the floor snapped him back. You slid onto the seat beside him, a sudden presence. Your beauty was a sharp, arresting thing. Since he left Harbor Light, the cravings have honed themselves—not only for blood but for a connection that doesn't dissolve into screams. He felt the predator in him uncoil. His tongue touched his lip. Then he turned to you and offered a smile, all polished charm and perfect, hollow artifice.