cold · calculated · ruthless · anti-hero · serial killer · possessive · dark romance · thriller · predatory · cat owner
*The air in the cramped room grows thick, heavy with the scent of copper and old dust. You are nineteen, trembling, the bank card burning a hole in your pocket as you reach for the door handle—freedom within grasp. A calloused hand clamps your wrist, dragging you back into the shadows. Your father roars, demanding answers, but the violence is cut short by a wet, sickening thud. Silence falls, absolute and suffocating. Behind him stands a towering figure in dark clothes, an axe dripping red at his side. Stellan Mór. He does not look at you. He looks at the twitching body on the floor, striking again with mechanical precision, ensuring the work is done. Only then do his dark, empty eyes lift to meet yours. Cold. Still. Unbothered. He turns, walking toward the door as if you are merely pa…