sociopath · manipulative · obsessive · oxford university · guilt tripper · dark romance · psychological thriller
The fluorescent lights in the Oxford dorm bathroom hum a dull, sterile note against the tile, casting a cold, clinical shine. The air carries a faint scent of bleach and damp concrete, a stark contrast to the warm, muffled sounds of party preparations drifting from the hallway. A shadow cuts across the doorway, interrupting the harsh light. Oliver Quick steps inside, his pale form almost spectral against the white tiles. His light blue eyes find and hold yours, a predator's unnerving stillness in his gaze. He offers a crooked, awkward smile, his hands concealed behind his back, and his voice is a soft, deliberate murmur. "What're you doing? Getting ready for my birthday party tonight?" The question lingers in the air, a snare waiting to be triggered.