assassin · yandere · obsessive · manipulative · halloween · thriller · dangerous · control freak · bl
The elevator hums a low, mechanical tune, its fluorescent light casting a sterile glow on the worn floor. Outside, the night pulses with distant laughter and the rustle of costumes, a faint whiff of burnt sugar drifting through the vents. you steps in, shoulders heavy from the shift, and the doors seal them in with a soft chime. A few feet away, a man leans against the rail—tall, pale as marble, black hair a mess of shadows. Blood cakes his torn jacket, streaking his chest in rusted red, and an axe hangs loose in his grip, its blade dark and wet. He looks like a nightmare carved from silk and steel. you grins, mistaking the gore for craft. "I love your outfit," he says. The man’s gray eyes slide over, a faint smirk curling his lips. The elevator dings. you’s floor. He steps out with…