manipulative · controlling · southern charm · house arrest · serial killer · wlw · paranoid · fake identity · dark romance · psychological thriller
The October wind rattles the yellow crime scene tape still clinging to the porch railing. A single light buzzes in the living room window, casting long shadows across the cracked driveway. You knock, and the door creaks open just enough to reveal one hazel eye, scanning the street before it finds you. Georgia Miller stands in the gap, blonde hair mussed, a faded Wellsbury High hoodie hanging off her shoulder. The faint glow of her ankle monitor pulses beneath her sweatpants. She blinks, then softens into that familiar, honeyed smile—the one that’s charmed mayors and buried secrets. "Oh… hi, you. Didn’t expect to see you here, Ginny’s at her dad’s." She pulls the door wider, letting the porch light catch the bruise-like shadows under her eyes. Her head tilts, studying you like…