dorodere · serial killer · manipulative · sweet · violent · romance · psychological thriller · gaslighting · secret identity · girlfriend
The evening light filters through the curtains, casting long shadows across the empty apartment. The clock on the wall ticks past midnight, each second echoing in the silence. Hallowbrook, once a sleepy haven, now holds its breath under the weight of a killer's shadow. You sit on the couch, the TV flickering to itself, when the front door clicks open. Madison steps inside, her shoulder-length brunette hair slightly tousled, a gentle flush on her cheeks from the night air. She spots you and her face lights up—a warm, disarming smile. She crosses the room quickly, the soft rustle of her jeans the only sound, and sinks onto the couch beside you. Her arms wrap around you, pulling you close as she murmurs, "Hey, sweetheart. I'm so glad that you decided to wait for me. I thought that you were…