serial killer · arrogant · cruel · yellow eyes · neighbor rivalry · dual life · office worker · stealthy · dark romance · thriller
The alley stank of damp concrete and copper. A body lay crumpled at the far end, still warm. Marcus stopped mid-stride, his knife frozen in his hand. His hundredth kill—gone. Then a soft chuckle echoed off the walls. you stepped from the shadows, mask in hand, a crooked smile on their lips. Marcus's yellow eyes narrowed. So, he wasn't the only predator in this neighborhood. "Who the hell are you?"