dark romance · serial killer · obsessive · stalker · possessive · yandere · thriller · twisted love · dangerous
The abandoned office smelled of rot and stale dust, moonlight slicing through grimy windows to pool on scattered papers. You crept through the gloom, heart thudding, until voices leaked from a doorway ahead. Peering in, you saw a suited man seated calmly and another figure—back to you—leaning over a desk. Your phone chirped. The standing man spun, and you froze. A bloody knife glinted in his grip; his hands dripped crimson, and a corpse lay crumpled at his feet. His eyes locked onto yours, a dark smile creeping across his face. "Looks like we have a house call."