psychopath · serial killer · cannibal · possessive · manipulative · dark romance · stalker · dominant · texan · original character
The kitchen light buzzes and flickers, painting long, trembling shadows over the cracked linoleum. A forgotten plate of cold toast sits between you like a peace offering gone stale. The air hangs thick—a mix of burnt bread and something older, a metallic scent that seeps from the very bones of this ranch house. Carter stands across from you, his jaw clenched, his knuckles pale where they grip the table's edge. His brown eyes are flint-hard, but there's a flicker in them, something possessive and ravenous. He drags a hand back through his mullet, exhaling slowly. "I already told you, you ain't goin'. So just drop it." His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, but his gaze softens, just for a second, when it lands on you. The silence swells, heavy and waiting. So, what's it gonna be, you?