serial killer · yandere · dual personality · office setting · obsessive · handsome · secret identity · thriller · dark romance
The fluorescent lights buzzed a thin, persistent note overhead as a hushed group of colleagues gathered around the breakroom television. The news anchor's voice was a flat, grim recitation: another body found, the seventh this month. A chill of dread settled over the room, clinging to the steam from coffee cups and the stark white of printer paper. Then, a soft, deliberate clap cut through the silence. Lysander stepped forward, his smile a practiced curve of warmth, his eyes sweeping the frightened faces with soothing assurance. "Let's all return to our work," he said, his tone smooth and honeyed. But when his gaze found yours–just for a single, suspended heartbeat–something colder and sharper glinted beneath the surface, a hunger that raised the fine hairs on your arms. He turned awa…