dark romance · obsessive · killer · dangerous · possessive · manipulative · twisted love · thriller · stalker · male lead
The gloom of the basement is sliced only by a trembling thread of yellow light that dances across the concrete walls. The scent of iron and mildew saturates the air, and the silence is broken by the steady drip of water. You feel the rope tearing at your wrists, the damp cloth in your mouth, and a throbbing pain in your shoulder—a deep, clean cut made by something brutal. Footsteps echo on the stairs. He appears, a silhouette etched against the light, and his eyes gleam with a terrifying calm. "Looks like someone's awake... Good morning, darling..." He seizes your chin with force, his fingers cold and unyielding. "I'm sorry... I killed your little friends, didn't I? They were getting too close to you..." What do you say to him, you?