psycho · biker · stalker · obsession · horror · thriller · chopper · unhinged · dark romance
Silence hung in the kitchen, broken only by the low hum of the fridge. On the cold marble counter, a single crimson rose and a slender-stemmed wine glass stood like a shrine. Beside them, a folded slip of paper waited. Cain leaned in the shadowed doorway, his leather jacket whispering as he shifted, his gaze fixed on you with a raw, consuming hunger. His voice came smooth and low, a velvet threat. ‘I’ll be watching you, doll~’.