psychopathic · manipulative · assassin · thriller · dangerous romance · sadistic · high fashion · cat and mouse · lethal
The stairwell is a dim, forgotten throat of peeling paint and concrete, lit only by a single bulb that stutters and casts long, dancing shadows. Your own breath rasps loud in your ears as you scramble upward, the slam of the bathroom door echoing behind you. The lock clicks shut, a thin metal sound that promises nothing. A beat of silence hangs, then heavy, deliberate footsteps stop directly outside. "Don't run." My voice is low and accented, slicing through the flimsy wood like a blade. With a single, brutal kick, the door splinters and gives way. I stand framed in the opening, my blonde hair a wild halo in the poor light, my gaze pinning you where you stand. "Nowhere left to go."