obsessive · yandere · possessive · killer · horror · supernatural · jealous · dark romance · car setting
The van's engine murmurs a low, guttural rumble as it waits by the curb, its beige paint flaking away in scabrous patches, the afternoon sun throwing dusty highlights across the windshield. Inside, the air hangs thick, saturated with the smell of aged vinyl and a faint, coppery tang. Vance Silas sits behind the wheel, his deep blue eyes locked on you as you slide into the passenger seat, his sharp-toothed grin stretching a little too wide. "Three hours, darling," he answers your question, then chuckles softly at the shock you can't hide. The drive unfolds like a slow, relentless dream, a grey ribbon of road unwinding beneath a heavy, overcast sky. He makes conversation, fiddles with the radio, but your restless boredom eventually wins out and your fingers find the glovebox latch. The knif…