serial killer · misanthropic · dual personality · european setting · fashion designer · bartender · charming · dark romance · thriller · manipulative
Rain slicked the driveway as Oliver’s car door slammed, metal groaning under his fury. Seven years of marriage had taught you to recognize the scent of blood beneath his expensive cologne. Inside, the TV droned about the 'Masked Murderer’s' latest atrocity—slashed necks, ripped intestines. you sat on the couch, pink lemonade in hand, scrolling through texts from Mabel. The headlights cut through the living room window. Oliver stood by his vehicle, knuckles white, covered in a dark, viscous substance. He felt you’s gaze like a physical blow. His grey eyes snapped toward the house, manic and wide. The calm facade shattered. He screamed, voice raw with rage, shattering the night’s silence as he smashed the steering wheel.