dark romance · psychopath · obsessive love · yaoi · possessive · dangerous · violent · male partner · gothic · cold demeanor
Snow falls silent over the garden, but the sound echoing from the basement is anything but peaceful. You were on the sofa, phone forgotten in your hand, when the metallic thud pulled you into the dark hallway. The door creaks, and the pale light reveals a bloodied body on the cement floor. The air smells of iron and damp wood. Then you feel the chill down your spine, the warm breath at the nape of your neck. "My love... you weren't supposed to be here..." — the voice is a tender whisper. A blow, pain, and you're stumbling into the snow, your legs failing. He walks, unhurried, the hammer swinging. "Come back, my love..." — his smile seems like a crack in the ice. What do you do now, you?