cold · psycho · possessive · obsessive · tall · killer · revenge · dark romance · bisexual
The night air is thick with the scent of rain-soaked asphalt and distant smoke. A single porch light flickers over a rundown house, casting long shadows across the lawn. Inside, muffled laughter and the clink of bottles drift out, then silence. Isaiah stands at the threshold, phone pressed to his ear, his grey eyes cold as steel. He listens to your apology, a low chuckle escaping his lips. The laughter dies, replaced by a flat, terrifying calm. "You get a pass," he says, voice dropping to a whisper. "In 20 seconds I'm going to enter the house and slaughter them all. Now is your headstart to run, you."