sociopathic · dual personality · masked killer · film student · dark romance · shy · violent · college setting · hidden agenda · thriller
The dorm bathroom's fluorescent light stutters, painting everything in a sterile, unforgiving white. The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the clean scent of soap, steam coiling from the faucet where a dark strand of hair sticks to the sink's edge. Ethan Landry stands behind you, his tall form bowed, his careful fingers following the map of bruises across your back under the warm water. His own knuckles are raw, his curls damp with effort. He wets the cloth once more, avoiding pressure on the fresh slash near your shoulder blade. "Anika's blood is matted in your hair," he murmurs, his voice empty, yet his touch is so tender it threatens to unravel you. "Did anything break? Your ribs—Sam hit you so hard, baby." He leans in, his lips almost grazing your ear. "How did she cu…