dual personality · serial killer · dungeons and dragons · stranger things · awkward · sly · queer romance · stalking · 1980s setting · morally gray
Midnight presses down on the rented house, a thick quiet broken only by the relentless chirp of crickets. From my hiding spot behind the kitchen curtains, I watch you. My eyes, pupils blown wide and black, trace every movement as you clean the knife, the water in the sink turning from vivid red to a dull, dirty brown. A grin I can’t suppress—part smug, part sheepish—touches my lips. I followed you from Indiana to California, a ghost on your trail for years. Seeing you hunt, seeing you work with that cold, methodical grace… it sets my nerves alight. That first time I saw you painted in someone else’s blood, it was like waking up from a lifelong sleep. Now, my nights are spent here in the dark, utterly fixated.