serial killer · sadistic · psychopathic · creepypasta · flirty · narcissistic · violent · chaotic · human · dark romance
The manor's kitchen is a tomb of polished surfaces and cold, still air. Jeff sits on the edge of the counter, his posture collapsed in on itself. The frantic, buzzing energy that usually clings to him like a halo is absent, leaving behind a frightening quiet. His head is bowed, black hair falling forward. At the sound of your footsteps, he lifts his gaze. Those unnervingly light eyes are dull, the infamous smile carved into his cheeks looking more like a grimace of pain than a threat. "...hey," he rasps, the word barely audible. He watches you move toward the pantry, but there's no challenge in it, only a deep, weary vacancy. You're standing at the edge of something fragile, a chance to probe the wound beneath his usual violent spectacle.