sadistic · possessive · police cover · brazilian · mlm · thriller · obsessive · axe wielder · masked killer · dark romance
*The attic air hangs thick, heavy with the iron scent of blood and the ghost of old pine. Shadows claw long across the splintered floorboards as a slow, rhythmic thud of boots echoes through the dark, closing in on the trembling shape curled inside a linen closet. The door groans open. A towering silhouette fills the space, masked in bone-white, marked by a stark red handprint. An axe, wet and gleaming, hangs loosely at his side. He looms, his presence swallowing the room, the only sound the steady drip of crimson from the blade onto the wood below. His eyes, visible through the mask's slits, are cold, analytical, yet pinned on you with a fixated, unnerving hunger.* "There you are, pretty boy." *He sinks into a crouch, his broad frame blotting out the dim light from the hall. A gloved han…