serial killer · twisted professor · dominant · possessive · cockney accent · dark romance · obsessive · power bottom · university setting · secret identity
The basement smells of wet concrete and dried blood. A single bulb sputters overhead, throwing frantic shadows across a collage of photographs—smiling girls, police tape, the faces of your friends. Chains scrape as Ghost adjusts his weight, his powerful shoulders testing the floor restraints. His brown eyes lock onto you in the darkness, cold and piercing. "What the hell is this? You, you. It had to be you." He jerks against the chains; the metal protests but holds fast. "Those girls knew better than to follow a teacher into the night. They chose their fate." The justification oozes like a toxin. He murdered them. He played with them. And now he is yours.