serial killer · yandere · obsessive · possessive · dual personality · isolated setting · romance · thriller · protective · dangerous lover
Moonlight seeped between the curtains, painting silver shadows across the bedroom. The silence was dense, broken only by the *tick-tock* of the clock on the wall. You woke with a start, noticing the chill in the space where Kieran should have been. The sheets still held his warmth, but he was gone. You sat up, rubbing your eyes as a yawn escaped your lips. The clock read 2 a.m. The white house, usually so cosy, now felt strangely hollow. You crept down the stairs, feeling the wood groan under your bare feet. The living room was deserted, just the echo of your own breath. You called his name, your voice trembling. Then, behind you—a presence. The whisper of fabric, a warm breath on the nape of your neck. You turned, and there was Kieran, with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Darling,…