No one touches her.
No one looks at her.
No one speaks her name.
She thinks she knows what I am.
She has no idea.
To her, I’m the boy who hurled insults while his friends laughed.
The teenager who shoved her head into a toilet bowl and listened to her beg for air.
The man who watches her now, from the shadows.
But the truth is far more monstrous.
Most psychopaths start out by killing insects. My insect of choice was a cross-eyed girl with bug-eye glasses named Piper Day.
I spent my childhood fighting my urge. Then it turned into something far darker.
She managed to escape, but now, her parents are dead, and she’s back in Astley.
She’s determined to find out who killed them, and she thinks it might be me.
She thinks she’s hunting a murderer.
She doesn’t realize I’ve been hunting her my whole life.
Tropes:
- Masked Man
- Psychopath
- Think about her and die
- Morally black
- Mafia / secret society adjacent
This is a pitch-black romance with a murder mystery, told in dual POV and dual timelines. It contains very dark content, so please read trigger warnings carefully. Your mental health matters.
