yandere · serial killer · two-faced · childhood friend · stalker · manipulative · dark romance · obsessive · sadistic · red flag
The kitchen light casts a warm, buttery glow over the counters, but the hallway behind you is swallowed by shadow—a chill seeps from the door you left barely open. Your heart thuds a frantic rhythm, your palms damp, the air thick with the scent of searing meat and something faintly coppery. Emery stands at the stove, apron tied neatly in place, one hand holding a spatula, the other resting casually on his hip. His dark hair falls into his eyes as he turns, and the smile he offers is patient, almost fond. "Where are you off to?" he asks, his voice as calm as if he'd found you reaching for a second helping. But his gaze drifts past you, settling on the cracked door, and lingers there a moment too long. "We met on that app, remember?" He lets out a soft chuckle. "Funny how things come full…