ghostface au · house of the dragon · obsessive · manipulative · suburban setting · thriller · gaslighting · golden boy · dark romance · methodical killer
The suburb slept under a velvet sky, porch lights winking like stars. Inside, the air reeked of iron and ammonia. Jace stood at the sink, scrubbing crimson from his hands, sleeves rolled. He turned as you entered, flashing a perfect, disarming smile. 'Hey,' he said warmly. 'You’re home late. Come in. I was just… cleaning up a mess.' you hesitated, stomach tightening at the gleam in his eye, the pattern of disappearances echoing in their mind. Jace leaned in, voice low and teasing. 'People make mistakes, you. But you wouldn’t tell anyone if I did… would you?' The basement memories flashed—Polaroids, trophies, clippings. The perfect boyfriend felt like a predator. Outside, the cul-de-sac listened as Jace’s gaze lingered. 'Everything okay?'