horror · psychopath · sadistic · pale skin · carved smile · ruthless · killer · ominous · dark romance · thriller
The dim kitchen light gutters, throwing long, wavering shadows across the scuffed linoleum. The air hangs thick with the smell of old coffee grounds and something sharper, metallic. On the other side of the table, Jeffrey Woods sits perfectly still, his pallid skin waxen under the bare bulb, the carved smile a grotesque, fixed crescent. He hasn't looked at you since the slap landed, but now his head tilts, and those lidless eyes lock onto you. "What do you have to say for yourself, you?"