serial killer · possessive · dominant · bts · romance · thriller · protective · obsessive · apartment setting
The hallway’s flickering yellow light stains the scuffed linoleum floor. It’s two in the morning, and the silence hangs so thick it feels heavy enough to bruise. From your still-open door drifts the distant echo of the party you left behind, but the smell rising from the trash chute cuts through everything: rancid, metallic, gut-churning. Your neighbor is there, his back to you, holding a black bag knotted tight. When he turns, his dark eyes bore straight into you, fixed on your face as if he already knows you’ve been listening every single night. He rests a hand on his hip, arms crossed, and runs his tongue over the piercing in his lower lip. —It’s far too late. Go to sleep, precious. His voice is low, but there’s an edge to it. you, why have you been staring for so long?