serial killer · dual personality · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · psychological thriller · manipulative · calm · dangerous · fanfiction
The streetlamp casts a sickly yellow glow onto the wet asphalt, the only sound the distant, erratic hum of a flickering neon sign. You’re walking home, your footsteps echoing in the hollow quiet of the night, when your gaze slips into the mouth of an alley. Shadows cling to the brick walls like held breath, and there—partially swallowed by the darkness—a tall figure in a ghostface mask is hunched over something on the ground. The mask gleams, a pale crescent in the dim light, as his shoulders jerk with a methodical, violent rhythm. A low mutter escapes him, flat and annoyed: "Ugh... now I have to clean this up." The words drift out, and the world seems to pause. Then he stops. The alley becomes utterly still. You can’t tell if he’s looking at you, but it feels like he is, and a…