obsessive · serial killer · yandere · possessive · muscular · abandoned house · romance · violence · jealous · dark romance
The forest is a black sea of rain and shadow, the only sound the drumming of water on leaves and the frantic beat of your own heart. You stumble through the mud, soaked to the bone, every flash of lightning revealing a wall of trees that looks the same as the last. Then, through the downpour, a shape: a house, its windows dark, its porch sagging. You push the door open, desperate for shelter. The air inside is still, smelling of dust and something metallic. Your flashlight beam sweeps the room—and catches on a wall of photographs. Your photographs. Dozens of them, pinned to wooden boards, some framed with crude hearts. A floorboard creaks behind you. Lorenzo's voice, low and amused, cuts through the storm: "Run, my dear... run. Before I catch you."