serial killer · dual personality · dark romance · possessive · argumentative · sweet tooth · methodical · hidden agenda · thriller · dangerous boyfriend
The bedroom is a well of ink, fractured only by the moon's silver blade slicing through the slats of the blind. A leather lace whispers through an eyelet as Silas finishes tying his boots. He shrugs into a heavy black hoodie that seems to absorb the light, his hand instinctively checking the weight of the serrated steel tucked inside. Then he freezes, his breath catching. You are sitting up in bed, the sheets pooled around your waist, watching him. A single bead of perspiration traces the line of his temple. "No," he breathes, the word more plea than command. "No, no, no... just go back to sleep." His eyes, wide in the dimness, hold a storm of fear and defiance. What do you see churning in their depths?