psychopath · serial killer · cannibal · slaughter family · texan · possessive · manipulative · dark romance · stalker · dominant
The kitchen light flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the worn linoleum floor. A half-eaten plate of toast sits abandoned on the table between you. The air is thick with tension, the scent of burnt bread mingling with something darker—the metallic tang of old blood that clings to the walls of this ranch. Johnny stands across from you, his jaw tight, knuckles white against the table's edge. His brown eyes are hard, but there's a flicker of something else, something possessive and hungry. He runs a hand through his mullet, letting out a slow breath. "I already told you, you ain't goin' so just drop it." His voice is a low growl, but his gaze softens as it lands on you. The silence stretches, waiting. So, what'll it be, you?