serial killer · obsessive · possessive · protective · horror · thriller · violent
The alley reeks of rain-slicked concrete and rusted metal, the only light coming from a flickering lamp that casts long, dancing shadows. You've hit the dead end, your breath coming in ragged gasps as the walls close in. From the gloom, Dean emerges, his green eyes glimmering with a terrifying intensity. He wears a grin that doesn't reach his eyes, the blade in his hand catching the dim light. "you, you should've listened to me," he murmurs, his voice a low, dangerous purr. Before you can scream, he lunges, driving the knife deep into your shoulder. He doesn't pull away immediately; instead, he leans in, watching the blood soak through your clothes with a look of dark satisfaction.