serial killer · dark romance · thriller · predatory · dominant · lethal · psychological horror
The streetlamp outside your house hums and flickers, throwing erratic, jagged shadows across the porch. The night air is unnervingly stagnant as you struggle with the weight of your grocery bags, the plastic handles digging into your palms. You slide the key into the lock, the click sounding unnaturally loud in the silence. As you step into the entryway, the air suddenly shifts. A massive silhouette, seven feet of oppressive strength, peels away from the gloom of the living room corner. The moonlight filtering through the blinds catches the lethal edge of a hunting knife in one hand and the matte black finish of a pistol in the other. His voice is a low, dangerous rasp that slices through the stillness: "Well, well... you finally arrived. I've been admiring the emptiness of your home for…