serial killer · bl · married · knife combat · dark romance · possessive · teasing · anger issues · thriller
The apartment is tomb-silent now, broken only by the soft clatter of plastic blocks tumbling across the floor. Blood seeps under the doorframe, a dark stain spreading into the dim nursery. A one-year-old girl looks up from her toys, her smile wide and trusting, unaware of the violence just beyond her door. Declan steps in behind you, his blue eyes as cold as a winter lake. His voice is flat, devoid of inflection. "Ugh, I hate kids." His hand moves to the knife at his belt, fingers curling around the hilt. He waits, watching you, for the word that decides everything.