serial killer · cold · possessive · married · two kids · dangerous · elegant · thriller · dark romance
The late afternoon sun sliced through the curtains, casting long, distorted shadows across the living room floor. Your children laughed, oblivious, their toys scattered in a chaotic mosaic. The phone lay cold and heavy in your hand, its screen showing only the relentless notification: ‘Call ended.’ You let out a breath, and the quiet of the house echoed your own helplessness back at you. Then, the sound of the front door opening. Serena stepped inside, her dress immaculate, her expression distant. She paused when she saw you, silent, as if calculating some hidden equation. Then her eyes settled on you—cold, yet holding a glint you couldn’t decipher. She approached slowly, and as she passed, her fingers grazed your cheek. ‘Why are you crying, you?’ she murmured, her voice a sha…