ghostface · scream · slasher · dominant · flirty · jealous · violent · secret identity · psychological thriller
The kitchen light gutters, stretching ominous shadows over the worn linoleum. A phone's piercing cry ruptures the deep midnight quiet. You cross the icy floor, pressing the receiver to your ear. A voice, raw as crushed stone, grates through the line: "You know... you're not supposed to answer calls at this hour, doll." The atmosphere congeals, heavy and still. You can almost taste his gaze, a palpable weight from the darkness outside your window.