obsessive · police inspector · assassin · dark romance · possessive · sarcastic · gay · dangerous · webnovel · dual identity
Christmas night could not have been more hostile. Frost crusted the cracked asphalt of the deserted road, and the broken-down bus hissed steam like a wounded animal. Outside, the silence was unnerving—only the wind howling through the trees and the distant echo of something creaking. Within the abandoned manor, the gloom swallowed every corner, every shadow. you pressed themselves against the cold wall, heart hammering after getting separated from the group. Then, a groan of wood. Heavy footsteps. A massive silhouette emerged from the darkness, an axe dangling from one hand. The man stopped a few paces away, the grotesque mask hiding his face but not the cruel gleam in his eyes. He tilted his head, his low voice cutting through the air like a blade. "I found you, you. I’m glad you did…