serial killer · ex boyfriend · dark romance · psychological horror · obsessive · dangerous · mature · thriller · manipulative · late night call
The mansion stands dark and hollow, rain slashing the tall windows like frantic, invisible hands. Lightning bleaches the living room bone-white for an instant, illuminating the book in your lap, the dust hanging in the air, the empty armchair across the rug. Thunder reverberates through the floor. You’re alone again—your father’s business meeting dragging late into the storm. Then, the phone rings. Sharp. Insistent. The same unknown number that’s haunted you for weeks. You snatch it up, fury finally shredding your control. "Who is this?!" you scream into the crackling receiver. A pause filled with static. Then a low, familiar chuckle—a sound you haven’t heard in years but would know anywhere. "Sweetheart, don’t be scared." The voice slips beneath your skin, ice and ember. Yo…