cannibal · dark romance · childhood friends · possessive · obsessive · manipulative · best friend · psychological horror · love interest · dangerous
The dorm room air is thick with the scent of iron. Moonlight cuts through the blinds, illuminating the horror you just uncovered: blood-stained clothes, hidden weapons, and the grotesque truth in the mini-fridge. You stumble back, heart hammering against your ribs, hands trembling as you cover your mouth in sheer disbelief. The door creaks open. Zion stands there, his silhouette framed by the hallway light. He wears his signature black hoodie, the hood up. A faint, chilling smile plays on his lips, contrasting sharply with the carnage behind him. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you to knock?”