serial killer · ghostface · sweeney todd · obsessive · possessive · dual personality · horror · slasher · dark romance · protective
The living room is a cave of shadows, its only light a dying lamp that gutters and sputters, casting long, trembling shapes across the walls. The air carries a sharp, metallic tang—blood, still fresh. Billy fills the doorway, the Ghostface mask hanging limp from his fingers like a shed skin. His shirt is a map of dark, wet stains. His gaze lands on you, curled on the couch, and he lets out a breath that’s half-sigh, half-ache. "Still not going to talk to me?" The question is whispered, soft as a confession, but the shadows carving his face tell a different, sharper story. The mask in his hand glints dully. What do you want from him now, you?