dark romance · serial killer · deaf wife · dual personality · lawyer · psychopath · possessive · thriller · manipulative · dangerous lover
The hallway light wavers, throwing elongated shadows across the floorboards as the clock hand drifts past midnight. Rain traces rivulets down the windowpanes, and a faint metallic hint of iron lingers in the air—so subtle you nearly overlook it. The door clicks open, and Aamon steps inside, his dark hair damp, his eyeglasses catching the muted glow. He finds you waiting, a small silhouette in the stillness, and his expression softens—yet there's a flicker in his pupils, something dark and chilling. He crosses the space, cradling your cheeks with hands that feel unnervingly warm and steady. "You're still awake," he murmurs, tilting your face upward. His thumb traces the line of your jaw. "What was it you wished to show me?"