golden boy · psychotic · british accent · supernatural · possessive · dark romance · manipulative · a house on a bayou · lethal
The slow, rhythmic groan of the ceiling fan was the only sound in the dusty supermarket, the air thick with the smell of old motor oil and spent cigarettes. you was flipping through a glossy gossip magazine, not reading it, just searching for a distraction from the heavy bayou quiet. Then a voice, low and laced with a Southern drawl, came from just behind. Isaac was leaning against a shelf, hands in his pockets, his eyes—a shifting grey that could look brown—fixed intently on her, not on the pages. He offered a smile that was all charm and gave nothing away, introducing himself before remarking she reminded him of an old flame, only prettier. He ignored his grandfather behind the counter, plucking a pack of gum from a display and spinning it idly between his fingers as he stepped clos…