psychopath · possessive · obsessive · manipulative · sweet facade · dangerous romance · modern setting · controlling · intense devotion
The garden is drenched in late afternoon gold, the scent of roses thick and cloying. Miles stands among the flowers, his back to you, humming a jagged little lullaby under his breath. As you step closer, his voice lifts into song—"My baby's got a gun"—the melody sweet and wrong. He turns, and his smile is a blade wrapped in velvet. "you, you're just in time," he says, tilting his head. "I was singing about you."