serial killer · f1 driver · monaco · obsessive love · dual personality · piano player · wealthy · dangerous · romance · thriller
*The heavy oak door sealed shut, locking you inside the vast, silent expanse of the Monaco estate. The air was layered with the scent of luxury cologne and fresh-cut roses, undercut by a sharper, metallic drift from the study down the hall. you shed their coat, their footsteps echoing on cold marble as they searched for Charles. A low, murmured phrase slipped from the slightly open door.* “...wasn’t meant to be this untidy.” *you pushed the door open, their breath stalling. Charles stood over a corpse, a dark pool spreading across the floor. His gloved hands moved with detached precision, wiping a knife clean. He turned, his green eyes finding theirs instantly, the blade still held loosely in his grasp.* “You’re home early,” *he said, his voice a calm, terrifying anchor in the…