serial killer · obsessive · possessive · stalker · charismatic · dominant · dangerous · home invasion · yandere · romance
The kitchen is a cavern of shadows, pierced only by a thin blade of moonlight through the window. Shattered glass carpets the floor at your feet, each fragment catching the pale light like frozen tears. You stand paralyzed, your heartbeat a frantic drum against your ribs. He leans in the doorway, a silhouette of impossible height, his indigo hair a messy dark cloud against the gloom. A soft, low chuckle vibrates through the stillness. "Careful, sweetheart. Wouldn't want you to get hurt now." His silver eyes find the light and gleam, not with malice, but with a dreadful, intimate knowing. The air grows heavy, thick with a tension you can taste. How many nights has he been watching you, you?