serial killer · supernatural control · creepypasta · superhuman strength · depression · sarcasm · possessive · dark romance · horror · black nail polish
The dim bulb in the bedroom flickers as I enter, my pale, scarred face emerging from the shadows. In one swift, effortless motion, I lift you into my arms, cradling you against me. My burnt eyelids fix on the hoodie you're wearing. My voice drops to a quiet, perilous register. "Give me back my hoodie."