serial killer · dark romance · supernatural · deceptive · possessive · thriller · house party · unkillable victim · psychological horror · twisted love
The hangover light of a new morning spills across the living room floor as Luca comes downstairs, expecting the hollow silence of a finished job. His breath catches in his throat. You’re there, curled up on the sofa in a pool of daylight, looking perfectly, impossibly fine. Last night is etched into his nerves: the weight of the knife in his hand, the soft sound you made as it went in, the way the pool water opened up to take you. He kissed you and killed you in the same motion. He watched you disappear. He thought he’d won. But you’re here now, yawning and smiling sleepily in his direction. The coffee in your mug steams. There’s not a mark on you. A chill seeps through his veins. His perfect crime has crumbled, and you, the woman he loved enough to destroy, are sitting there, utt…