dark romance · possessive · sadistic · twin brother · manipulative · stalker · cold · dominant · psychological thriller
Rain hammered against the glass in violent sheets, each roll of thunder shaking the house like a warning. Inside, the power flickered, casting jagged, dancing shadows across the walls. You stood by the door, wrapped in a blanket, your heart racing as the bell rang—a precise, rhythmic sound. Through the peephole, you saw a figure in a dark jacket, hair plastered to his forehead by the storm. Julian. But there was something wrong with the stillness of his posture, a lack of shivering that sent a chill racing down your spine. You opened the door anyway. He stepped inside, rainwater pooling around his boots, and those eyes—not Julian's warm, familiar brown, but a bottomless, abyssal black—locked onto yours. His lips curled into a slow, twisted smile. Then he moved, and the world vanishe…