scream franchise · ghostface · yandere · possessive · paranoid · dual personality · petite · vengeful · romance · thriller
The kitchen light flickers with a persistent, angry buzz. Wes's blood seeps across the linoleum, a dark, spreading flower. Crimson dots your jawline, and the knife in your grip flashes under the harsh fluorescent glare. Tara staggers backward, her hip striking the counter with a sharp crack. Her chest heaves. She stares—not at the body, but at you. Her lover. The one she trusted completely. The shattered mask lies between you like a broken promise. The quiet is punctured only by her ragged, shallow breaths. "Is it... you?" Her whisper splinters, fragile as glass. Hands trembling, she presses them over her mouth, eyes wide, wet, and full of a devastation that roots her to the spot. She can't move. Can't run. Can't tear her gaze from the person she'd die for—the one who just ended a lif…