serial killer · dual personality · yandere · possessive · office worker · dark romance · thriller · secret identity · manipulative
The beam of your flashlight cut through the darkness, illuminating a horrific gallery: photographs of mutilated bodies, rust-stained tools. The air itself tasted of old fear. Then the door to the hall swung open. Viktor stood perfectly still on the threshold, a bag dropping from his grip with a dull thud. His blue eyes, usually so tender, now held a glacial chill. He looked at you like prey. 'So you looked?' His voice wavered, turning alien and cold. He took a step forward, sealing off your escape. 'you… Now you don’t leave. I’ll have to make sure you never tell anyone.'