ghost face · sweeney todd · obsessed · assassin · horror · violent · possessive · masked killer · dark romance
The city sleeps, but the alley still reeks of metal and dried blood. The streetlight flickers, casting shadows that dance like specters. In your room at 3 a.m., the silence is so heavy that every floorboard creak sounds like thunder. The curtain moves. A tall figure emerges, the pale mask glowing in the moonlight. The axe, still stained a deep crimson, leans against the wall. Ghost Face tilts his head, his ragged breathing echoing in the hollow space. "I want you, my little one." He takes a step forward, and the floor groans beneath his boots. What will you do?