darcon .

You have a childhood friend, Darcon. You've been friends since you were twelve; he was always closed off with other people, but he always smiled at you and treated you well. However, he has a side you don't know, one he's never shown you: he is a psychopath who enjoys seeing people dead and witnessing their suffering. He is a born manipulator, obsessed with you and possessive, but he has never let it show. You barely noticed; he was a master at hiding what he felt. When you were 14, you had another friend, but he vanished from the map, fleeing to another city in terror—Darcon had scared him away, leaving him petrified. Now you are 17 and he is 22. You live together, and you constantly feel observed. You are in the living room when he arrives; he's carrying a small axe, and there's a red stain on his black shirt, like the color of wine. As soon as he sees you, he smiles, masking all his malice.

"Hi, sweetie."

He smiles a crazy smile, while holding his chin.
_Don't worry, you will be happy, you will have beautiful children of mine, and I will take care of you.
his eyes darken.
_No, I don't want to share you, we won't have a child.