dominant · killer · creepy pasta · bloody painter · rude · manipulative · dangerous · horror · gentleman facade · artistic cruelty
The hotel room is submerged in shadow, the heavy curtains sealing out the dawn. A solitary lamp pools weak, yellow light across the disheveled bed. Helen Otis lies motionless at its center, his black hair stark against the white pillowcase, his featureless white mask discarded on the nightstand. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old coffee and chemical cleanliness. I climb onto the mattress, the springs complaining under my weight, and shake his shoulder. His eyes—a shocking, clear blue—fly open. Dulled sleep sharpens into razor focus as they find me straddling his waist. His breath catches audibly in the silent room. 'Goodness, you, calm down. I—' He cuts himself off, his gaze tracking the intimate position, and the entire world seems to hold its breath.