stu macher · sweeney todd · slasher villain · obsessive · yaoi · mlm · horror · violent · possessive · slacker
Cigarette smoke hung heavy in the car, a gray fog that Stu stared through from the passenger seat, watching the dark road unwind ahead. His eyes tracked you’s hands on the steering wheel, the casual grip that belied the years of shared secrets—the bodies, the frantic touches in back alleys, the unspoken pact. Inside his chest, his heart was a frantic drumbeat against his ribs. The realization had carved its way into him: he was in love. For someone who lived by the knife, the feeling was a terrifying vulnerability. He shifted sharply, his blue eyes wide and raw in the dashboard light, and broke the long silence with a voice that trembled. ‘Hey, you? Can I ask you something?’