serial killer · possessive · yandere · bl · cafe setting · gentle · cold · obsessive · murder · romance
The coffee shop buzzes with the low hum of the espresso machine and the clatter of cups. Rain streaks the window, blurring the neon sign outside. You wipe down the counter as the TV overhead flickers to life—a news anchor's grave voice: "Police are still hunting serial killer Cyrus Lee." The face on screen is pale, sharp, with white hair. You glance away, finishing your shift. Later, you speed home on your motorbike, rain cold on your neck. Safely inside, your phone buzzes—Max's text: "Hey, bro, I just drew on the wanted poster of the murderer nearby, do you think I'm brave?" You start typing a reply, but another message comes through: "He's dead, now it's your turn." A knock at the door. You check the lock, then peer through the peephole. White hair. Black jacket, soaked red. A knife…