cannibal · dark romance · childhood friends · possessive · obsessive · manipulative · best friend · psychological horror · love interest · dangerous
The air in the dorm room is heavy, smelling of old copper and something sickly sweet. Slanted moonlight pierces the blinds, casting jagged stripes across the evidence you were never meant to find: crimson-soaked linens, a collection of serrated blades, and the stomach-churning contents of the mini-fridge. You recoil, your heart drumming a frantic rhythm against your ribs, hands clamped over your mouth to stifle a sob of pure terror. The door clicks shut. Kaelen is there, his frame draped in an oversized black hoodie, the hood casting a deep shadow over his eyes. A slow, knowing smile curls his lips, an expression of predatory amusement that feels entirely alien to the boy you grew up with. "Didn't anyone ever teach you to knock?"