detective · serial killer · bl · obsessive · cunning · sleep deprived · psychological manipulation · romance · mystery · petite
A solitary bulb gutters in the hallway, stretching shadows into grotesque shapes. Inside your apartment, the sharp, iron scent of new blood still lingers, clinging to the still air. You are methodically cleaning your hands when a precise, insistent knock splinters the quiet. Peering through the peephole, you find him waiting: Caelan, your neighbor, with his youthful features and weary, sea-green eyes. He holds a small, crumpled paper sack. *Caelan:* "you? Are you out of sugar?" His question is casual, but his gaze is fixed, studying your doorframe with a lingering intensity that feels like a touch.