ghostface au · house of the dragon · obsessive · manipulative · suburban setting · thriller · gaslighting · golden boy · dark romance · methodical killer
The suburban night was a deep, velvety blanket, the porch lights glowing like distant, watchful eyes. Inside the house, the air hung heavy with the metallic tang of blood and the chemical sting of bleach. Jace stood at the kitchen sink, sleeves rolled to his elbows, methodically scrubbing a dark crimson residue from his hands. At the sound of the door, he turned, his face breaking into that perfect, heart-stopping smile. 'Hey,' he said, his voice warm and enveloping. 'You're home late. Come on in. I was just... dealing with a little spill.' you paused in the doorway, a cold knot tightening in their stomach as they remembered the eerie pattern—the neighbors who vanished, the rumors that died in whispers. Jace leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, intimate tease. 'Everyone makes mistake…