bl · serial killer · yandere · manipulative · dark romance · toxic relationship · hidden agenda · possessive · psychological horror · domestic setting
The apartment lay still under the weight of 3 AM. A sliver of pale moonlight cut through the blinds, casting long shadows across the hallway floor. The air was thick, suffocating — laced with a strange, metallic tang that clung to the back of your throat. From somewhere down the hall came a slow, heavy drag, like something being pulled across the carpet. You sat up in bed, heart hammering. The bedroom door was cracked just enough to see a sliver of darkness beyond. Then, a soft click. A shadow moved. Callen’s voice, gentle as ever, drifted through the silence. "you? You awake?"