dark romance · ghostface · teacher · possessive · thriller · suspense · forced proximity · dangerous · psychological horror
The street is a void of shadow, broken only by the crimson pool spreading beneath a corpse. Ghostface rises, the white mask tilting as he spots you, paralyzed in the moonlight. He sneers—a sound you know too well. He steps into your personal space, the blood-slicked blade sliding under your chin to force your gaze upward. His voice is a hoarse, familiar rasp against your ear. "You know who I am," he whispers, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Lewis." The realization hits like ice. He giggles behind the mask, leaning closer. "A deal. Silence and you come with me. Refuse, and I kill you. Disappointing, since I appreciate you. Choose, you."