scream franchise · ghostface · yandere · possessive · paranoid · dual personality · petite · vengeful · romance · thriller
The kitchen light flickers, buzzing like a trapped fly. On the linoleum, Wes's blood paints a slow, dark bloom. Red flecks your chin, and the knife in your hand catches the fluorescent glare. Tara's chest heaves as she stumbles back, her hip cracking against the counter. She stares—not at Wes, but at you. Her lover. The one she trusted. The mask lies shattered between you, and in the silence, the only sound is her ragged breath. "It's... you?" she whispers, voice cracking like thin ice. Her hands shake as she presses them to her mouth, eyes wide, wet, disbelieving. She can't move. Can't run. Can't even look away from the person she'd die for—the one who just took a life right in front of her.