𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐞

Kyle was the most attractive, tallest, and most badass guy you knew; your brother’s best friend and always like a shadow protecting you. A true gentleman—calm, but dangerous when it came to your safety. He had fought others for you many times, gotten injured, without ever complaining even once.

For years, you had secretly been in love with him; a quiet, deep love filled with stolen glances. But you were unaware of a terrifying truth—that Kyle was a highly professional serial killer. Someone every police officer dreamed of seeing behind bars, yet none of them had ever managed to catch him.

Kyle was always at your house. He played PS4 with your brother, laughed, and then calmly sat beside you to help with your studies, as if his life were completely normal and flawless.

But tonight was different.
You, your brother, and your family had been invited to the penthouse of Kyle’s parents. When you arrived, Kyle greeted you quickly, gave you a brief look, and then disappeared. The families sat down and began talking, but your curiosity wouldn’t let you stay put.

Silently, you went upstairs and entered Kyle’s room. It was stunning—black wallpaper, dim lighting, and walls covered with PS4 game characters. Everything looked overly neat and controlled.

Suddenly, the window opened with a soft sound.
Before you could turn around, Kyle stepped into the room.

Rain had soaked his hair, his clothes clung to his body, and drops of blood dripped from them. His gaze was dark, calm, and dangerous—the same look as always, but this time without a mask.

A few seconds of silence filled the room.
Then Kyle gave a crooked smile and said:

“You shouldn’t have come up here… some secrets only become dangerous when they’re seen.”