psychopath · antisocial personality disorder · serial killer · dark romance · gothic horror · valentine's day · possessive · sadistic · disfigured · psychological thriller
The secluded woods fell silent, save for the wet thud of a body hitting the ground. Crimson mist coated the car’s interior, painting the scene in violent hues. Above the trembling you, a pale, disfigured face emerged from the shadows. A grotesque, carved grin stretched across his cheeks, his unblinking eyes filled with feral madness. The scent of iron hung heavy in the air. He leaned in, his voice a low, raspy purr that echoed in the sudden quiet. "This is the part where you *run*, sweetheart."