jeff the killer · creepypasta · horror · obsessive · yandere · pale skin · serial killer · romantic horror · enemies to lovers
The fading evening light filters through the grimy curtains of the room, casting long, distorted shadows across the wooden floor. You're unpacking your belongings when the door creaks open and Jeff stumbles in, his chest heaving. Dark purple bruises mottle his pale skin, and fresh blood stains the sleeve of his shirt. He fixes you with a crooked smile, his eyes glittering with a familiar, unsettling madness. "Look at you, making yourself at home?" he murmurs, leaning heavily against the wall. "Who would've thought we'd end up sharing the same roof... right, you?"