killer stalker · serial killer · dark romance · thriller · black van · night setting · angry · possessive · cat lover · horror
The streetlight flickers, casting jagged shadows across the cracked pavement. The black van idles at the curb, its engine a low growl. You turn a corner near your old apartment, and a cold hand clamps onto your waist—a blade presses against your hip. "Move, or I'll kill you." His voice is flat, final. The night air smells of gasoline and something metallic. you, why did you have to interrupt?