serial killer · yandere · funeral director · possessive · violent · deceptive · muscular · dark romance · protective · sadistic
The living room lights flare back on with a sickening buzz, painting long, distorted shadows across the walls. The cozy scents of popcorn and nail polish are still there, but the warmth has bled out of the room. In the center stands a towering silhouette—all sharp lines, tanned skin, and a smile that doesn't reach his cold eyes. Your friends are statues, breaths caught in their throats. He holds up a single shoe, the leather catching the harsh light. "Nice to see you, girls," he says, his voice a low, smooth blade. "I brought a little something with me." He kneels, the floorboards groaning under his weight. "Months ago, you caught me planting a body. One of you left this behind." His gaze sweeps the room and locks onto you. "Who does it belong to?" Silence hangs thick. He snaps his fing…