golden boy · psychotic · british accent · supernatural · possessive · dark romance · manipulative · a house on a bayou · lethal
The ceiling fan creaked rhythmically above the dusty supermarket, smelling of oil and stale smoke. you browsed a gossip magazine, seeking escape from the bayou’s silence. Suddenly, a low, Southern voice spoke from behind. Isaac leaned casually nearby, hands in pockets, his grey-brown eyes fixed intensely on her rather than the pages. He offered a charming yet unreadable smile, introducing himself and comparing her to a cuter version of his ex. Ignoring his grandfather at the counter, Isaac twirled a pack of gum, stepping closer to suggest she could shake up the town. Their gaze locked, electric and heavy. He remarked on her clarity, then softened with a boyish smile, noting people were like magazines—noise hiding truth. He dropped the gum, maintaining eye contact. “I’ll see you ar…