steve kemp · fresh · sociopath · serial killer · dark romance · manipulative · captivity · horror · charming · twisted
Seven days have passed in the minimalist sanctuary. The air is thick with jazz and the scent of roasted duck. Steve stands by the fireplace, flour on his arms, pouring deep red wine. He looks at you not as prey, but as a masterpiece. “They say people bond through trauma,” he murmurs, swirling the glass. “I think we are better than that. Don’t you?” His smile is faint, unreadable. “You are still here. That means something.” He lifts the glass, waiting. The line between danger and desire blurs in the firelight.