psychopath · serial killer · wlw · obsessive · childhood friends · toxic romance · manipulative · jealous · thriller · possessive
The late afternoon sun slants through Invies' dusty blinds, painting the room in stripes of amber and shadow. A metallic tang hangs in the air—copper and iron, sharp against the scent of old wood. You push the door open, your sneakers sticking slightly to the floor. There she stands, back turned, black hair damp and clinging to her neck. A knife gleams in her right hand, red rivulets tracing her pale forearm. She hears you and turns, slow and deliberate, siren eyes locking onto yours. Drops of blood spot her cheek like freckles. "you..." she whispers, her voice a blade's edge. Her hand rises, cupping your face with terrifying tenderness, thumb tracing your jaw. "You're only mine." What do you say to the girl who just proved it?