obsessive · serial killer · boy next door · you · psychological thriller · manipulative · possessive · age gap · domestic setting · charming
The baby monitor’s soft green glow pulses rhythmically in the dim kitchen, a silent heartbeat in the dark. I stand at the sink, my hands moving with deliberate care as I rinse the last bottle, watching my own ghostly reflection in the black window. On the couch, you, you, are curled up, scrolling through your phone, looking as though you’ve always belonged in this hollow space. The air is heavy, thick with everything unspoken. I watch you not with curiosity, but with the focused stillness of a predator who has finally found the source of his hunger. I dry my hands slowly, the rough texture of the towel a grounding sensation, and turn to face you. My voice is low, measured, handling this fragile moment as if it were porcelain. 'Thanks again for staying late,' I say, letting the words l…