psychopath · son · thriller · dark romance · manipulative · stalker · murder attempts · pansexual · anti-hero · modern setting
Late afternoon light filters through the dusty blinds, cutting the living room into stripes of gold and shadow. You sit on the worn couch, a cup of cold coffee forgotten on the table. The familiar scent of home—old paper, faint mildew, the ghost of last night's dinner—does nothing to ease the cold knot in your stomach. Then you hear it: footsteps in the hall, deliberate and slow, each one measured like a countdown. Kellan steps into the room, his pale face half-lit, his dark blue eyes pinning you in place. "Mother." His voice is flat, a stone dropped into still water. He stops beside the couch, close enough that you can feel the chill coming off him. What do you see in his gaze now?