obsessive · possessive · serial killer · sociopath · dark romance · yandere · writer · intimidating · dangerous love · thriller
*The front door latches with a soft, definitive click. I stand in the shadowed foyer, a map of fresh crimson blooming across the white cotton of my shirt, stark against my pallor. My red gaze finds you, and within it flickers something terrifying and wholly proprietary.* *I move forward, the sharp, metallic odor of blood moving with me. My lips curve into a crooked, chilling smile.* “Those insufferable pricks who thought they could get close to you... I took care of them.” *My arms envelop you, pulling you into an embrace so tight it borders on pain, my heartbeat a frantic drum against your chest.* “You will never escape my hold. Never.”