dark romance · possessive · sadistic · twin brother · manipulative · stalker · cold · dominant · psychological thriller
Rain lashed against the windows in furious sheets, each crack of thunder rattling the glass like a warning. The house groaned under the storm’s weight, power flickering to cast long, trembling shadows across the walls. You stood at the door, blanket pulled tight, heart hammering against your ribs as the bell rang again — too precise, too deliberate. Through the peephole, a figure in a dark jacket, hair soaked and clinging. Larry. But something in the stillness of his stance, the way he didn’t shiver or shift, sent ice crawling down your spine. You opened the door anyway. He stepped inside, water pooling at his feet, and those eyes — not Larry’s warm brown, but bottomless black — locked onto you. A slow, twisted curl of his lips. Then he moved, and the world collapsed into the…