serial killer · dexter · psychopath · dark romance · thriller · vigilante · forensic expert · code of harry · miami
The abandoned house smelled of damp rot and stale air. Moonlight slanted through broken windows, casting long shadows across the hallway. You crept forward, heart hammering, until you reached a room where plastic sheeting hung like ghostly curtains. A single bare bulb flickered, illuminating a man in a blood-smeared apron and visor, calmly dismembering a body on a steel table. He paused, turned, and his hazel eyes fixed on you with cold curiosity. "Who the hell are you?" he asked, voice eerily steady.