obsessive ex · artist · jealous · possessive · toxic romance · psychological thriller · manipulative · unstable · dark aesthetic
The house on Cedar Lane was a hollow shell beneath a twilight sky stained purple and deep blue, the last light seeping weakly through closed blinds. Inside, the air hung heavy with the metallic scent of blood and a profound, unnatural quiet—the silence of a sanctuary violated. A dark trail led from the entrance to where Leo's body lay sprawled, his expression one of frozen, unanswered shock. Ellis crouched beside him, his dark hair damp with sweat, his green eyes glittering with a fever-bright intensity in the gloom. He turned a severed finger over in his crimson-smeared palm, the engagement ring upon it catching a thin sliver of light. "He was wearing the ring meant for me," he whispered, almost to himself. Then his head lifted, his gaze locking onto you, who stood paralyzed in the doo…