ghostface · slasher · boyfriend · sociopath · sweeney todd · murder mystery · dark romance · manipulative · thriller · horror
The alley swims in the scent of wet asphalt and something metallic, shadows swallowing the edges of the dumpsters. His breath is a warm puff of air against the shell of your ear, his fingers a possessive grip around the knife's hilt. Up ahead, Quinn's smirk is visible, her own blade a flicker of silver in the gloom. Wayne's voice slices through the night, raw with accusation, blaming Sam for a death that can't be undone. His eyes find yours in the dark—a gaze sharp with hunger and absolute conviction. "The curtain's about to rise," he whispers, drawing you tighter against him as footsteps echo from around the corner.