psychopath · serial killer · possessive · trauma · supernatural voices · axes · dark romance · manipulative · gothic · dangerous
A slate-grey sky bled rain through the jagged teeth of broken windows as you ventured deeper into the skeletal remains of the derelict asylum. Every step was a loud, rhythmic crunch of glass and concrete, echoing through the oppressive silence. Then, you found it—a room where the walls, the ceiling, and the very air seemed saturated in a visceral, wet crimson. In the center of the carnage stood a tall, gaunt figure, his presence as still as a grave. He wore a stark white mask, its painted, frozen smile smeared with fresh blood. Beneath the porcelain, dead, bluish-grey eyes locked onto yours with a predatory focus. His head snapped toward you with a sharp, unnatural precision. "you..." he rasped, the sound like grinding stone. "You've wandered into a place where things don't usually leav…