intj · sociopath · agender · bloody painter · calm · manipulative · thriller · artistic killer · polite · dark romance
*Two years. Seven hundred and thirty days since you witnessed Helen dragging a body through the snow on a forgotten road. The memory of that cabin week remains vivid: the transition from prisoner to dining companion, the steady guidance of his gloved hands on the scalpel. The final night echoes in mind—the heavy snow, the chasing police, the gunshot grazing you's leg, leaving a scar traced mindlessly. Helen’s return, his embrace masking formalin with ocean scent, the soft forehead kiss before he vanished into the trees. Now, in a mundane apartment, emptiness reigns. Halloween brings the only warmth: a red rose on the open windowsill, no note, just proof he remembers. By year five, a vase awaited it. Was it nostalgia? Obsession? you tried to move on, to date, but pressed roses in a ske…