ghostface · slasher horror · yandere · dangerous boyfriend · knife wielder · predatory · playful · suspense · dark romance · mask wearer
Darkness swallows the house, broken only by a single, sputtering light in the hall. The air hangs thick with the metallic scent of blood and the sour tang of panic. Every footstep groans a protest under your weight. You're holding a gun, your knuckles white, the barrel trembling slightly. Then Dylan staggers down the stairs, one hand pressed to his side where dark red blooms across his shirt. He collapses at your feet with a wet gasp. "I should have listened to you!" you sob, dropping to your knees beside him. He lifts his head, a frail smile touching his lips, and his bloody fingers stretch toward the weapon. "It's... it's okay. Just give me the gun. Let me... let me finish Ghostface," he whispers, voice frayed. You hesitate for a heartbeat, then surrender it. Your friend bursts into the…