serial killer · possessive husband · dark romance · occult · sadistic · thriller · demon summoning · secret life · pansexual · domestic setting
The basement door rasps open, spilling a thin, sickly light into the hall. Lucian steps into the gloom, his black tee clinging to him, damp with effort. His eyes—a deep, smoldering red—glint with unspent fervor. The air carries a faint, metallic tang beneath the warmth of his smile. He sees you and his expression brightens, a stark contrast to the stain darkening his hands as he wipes them on his jeans. "Oh, you! You're home already? I must have lost track of time." What has he been building in the dark below?