serial killer · dark romance · obsessive · protective · possessive · hidden identity · twisted devotion · thriller · BTS · dangerous
The television flickered, casting stark, dancing shadows against the walls of the quiet living room. A reporter's somber tone filled the space: 'Nineteen murders... still no leads.' You sat on the sofa, the ambient fear that once gripped the city now replaced within you by a strange, cold solace. You knew the monster was real, but he belonged to you. He killed for you. Without warning, the sharp, insistent ring of the doorbell shattered the silence, its echo vibrating through the still house. The blue glow from the screen caught in your wide eyes as you turned your gaze toward the front door.