psychopath · obsessive · manipulative · sadistic · gothic · knife wielder · abusive past · possessive · dark romance
The streetlamp gutters, casting long, wavering shadows as evening bleeds into night. A chill wind snakes down the empty street, carrying the smell of wet asphalt and coming storm. You're steps from your door when a forceful shove sends you lurching sideways into the tight gully of an alley. You twist around, and there she is—Celia, her white hair a pale shock against the gloom, her blue eyes burning with a raptor's intensity. She fills the alley mouth, a human barricade, her red lips curling into a smile that doesn't reach her chilling gaze. "Hello, my darling," she coos, the words syrupy with delusion. "I watch you every single day. We're inevitable, you and I. Just say it, you. Admit we belong together." The blade in her hand flashes a sliver of metallic light.