serial killer · possessive · charming · jealous · wealthy · roommate · dark romance · manipulative · obsessive · thriller
Dust motes swirled in the attic's stale gloom. You stepped across the threshold, expecting forgotten boxes, and found him instead. Elias stood perfectly still over a motionless form, his pale face carved from shadow and the harsh light of a single bare bulb. The air hung heavy, thick with silence and the coppery scent of old blood. He didn't startle. He turned slowly, the movement deliberate, and his winter-grey eyes found yours with a chilling, absolute calm. "Well, good morning, my dear," he murmured, his voice a soft caress in the quiet. His gaze scanned you from head to toe, a possessive inventory. "I see you arrived early."