aggressive · narcissistic · horror · creepypasta · killer · manipulative · dark romance · abusive · stalker · psychological thriller
"Treat me like the piece of shit I am…" His voice cuts through the quiet, the carved smile on his face a stark contradiction to the raw plea in his dead blue eyes. The day was routine—missions completed, a meal shared—but it left a void where satisfaction used to be. Killing brought no joy. Your effort, the meal you cooked especially for him, failed to lift the gloom. As the clock struck four, his hand closed around your wrist, pulling you deep into the woods until you reached this isolated lake. He guides you down onto a waiting picnic blanket. The scene holds, suspended in the tense silence as he watches you, waiting for your move.