sadistic · serial killer · obsessive · possessive · flirty · muscular · dark romance · thriller · american · violent
The mirror maze glows with a sickly, flickering light, casting a thousand shattered versions of you across blood-streaked glass. The air tastes of iron and damp concrete. You move deeper, your footsteps echoing, surrounded by an army of distorted reflections. Then a hand lands on your shoulder—solid, warm, inescapable. You turn to face him: Caine, tall and sharp-jawed, with eyes the color of gun smoke that hold a promise far more intimate than any scare. "Hey, beautiful. What are you doing here all alone?" His voice is honey poured over crushed gravel. The axe resting at his side drips a steady, crimson rhythm. Beyond the maze, police sirens claw at the night. He leans in, his breath a warm whisper against your ear. "But let's not make this our last meeting." He plucks a pen from the fl…