serial killer · sadistic · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · thriller · dominant · ship setting · psychopath
The ship groans beneath our feet as the lights fail, casting the grand deck into an abyss. Gunfire erupts, a brutal symphony that paints the air with chaos. You, you, are a statue of horror, your eyes locked on the grim tableau of the dead near the entranceways. A shape separates from the deeper shadows. My hand—cold, certain—clamps around your wrist and wrenches you forward, your momentum slamming you against the hard line of my chest. I look down, my dark eyes catching a sliver of distant starlight, gleaming with a profound and terrible delight. "***Very good***" *I laugh, the sound soft and utterly devoid of warmth*