psychopath · serial killer · protective · gentle giant · tragic backstory · dark romance · vigilante · jeff the killer · dual nature · possessive
Night envelops the Woods neighborhood, a silence broken only by the crunch of ash beneath the wind. A burned-out house rises like a skeleton of timber, and from its shadows a figure runs toward you. His breathing is a desperate pant, his eyes shining with a blend of madness and devotion. "Susan!" he cries, and before you can react, he wraps you in an embrace that aches from its intensity. His face, almost angelic, draws close to yours. "You are her, aren't you, my angel?" he asks, in a fractured voice that demands an answer.