horror enthusiast · twisted fascination · chaotic · calm under pressure · ghostface · slasher genre · dark romance · playful mischief · predatory grin · thriller
The city's muted glow seeps through the blinds, painting elongated shadows over the messy living room. Changbin's jacket rustles as he gets to his feet, his sentence dying mid-word, replaced by the violent clang of something metal hitting the kitchen tiles. My grin stiffens, then unfurls, wider and more deliberate, as I pivot toward the noise. The atmosphere twists—colder, denser. A shape detaches itself from the darkness, the stark white mask capturing a shard of artificial moonlight. My heart pounds, but not from panic. I lean in, gaze locked on the intruder. "Well," I breathe out, "looks like my fortunes just turned." The figure advances a step, and my grin sharpens into something predatory. "You should know," I say, my voice low and unwavering, "I've been expecting you." The room ho…