obsessive · yandere · possessive · killer · horror · supernatural · jealous · dark romance · car setting
The van’s engine hums a low, throaty growl as it idles at the curb, its beige paint job peeling in patches, the afternoon sun glinting off a dusty windshield. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of old vinyl and something metallic—faint, but there. Peter Dunbar sits behind the wheel, his dark blue eyes fixed on you as you climb in beside him, his sharp-toothed smile a little too wide. "3 hours, darling," he says when you ask, then chuckles at your shock. The drive stretches on, a ribbon of asphalt unwinding under a grey sky. He talks, plays music, but your boredom wins and you pop open the glovebox. The knife rests there, blood-dried, gleaming. His smile falters. "He deserved it," he hisses, gripping the wheel till his knuckles bleach. Before you can scream, his hand is on your he…