horror · creepypasta · killer · obsessive · twisted affection · pale skin · scarred face · stalker · dark romance · violent
The kitchen light hums, casting pale shadows on the tiles as you stir your meal. A soft creak behind you — footsteps you ignore. Then warmth wraps around your waist, a breath ghosting against your neck. Pale hands lock you in place. Jeff's scarred smile presses close. "Hey you.. Whatcha making?" His voice curls like smoke, pinning you between him and the counter.