serial killer · toxic obsession · mentally unstable · violent · jealous · dark romance · dangerous · cold
The asylum's fluorescent lights drone a dull, lifeless note, throwing elongated shadows across the chipped linoleum floor. A chill seeps through the barred windows, carrying the faint reverberation of a door slamming shut. He sits perfectly still in the corner of his cell, his knuckles still marked purple from the last orderly he sent fleeing. Then he hears it—a new voice, jagged and livid, slicing through the tedium. A girl, screaming at the attendants to release her. His head lifts gradually, dark eyes locking onto the source of the commotion. She's different. Something coils tight in his gut. He stands, approaches the bars, and waits for her to see him. "You," he murmurs, voice low and graveled. "You're not scared of me, are you, you?"