Carter wasn’t just any boyfriend — he was a serial killer, and you knew exactly what kind of man he was when you fell for him. Nine months ago, on your way home, your paths crossed in a way that should’ve ended badly. Instead, it led to something far more dangerous… something neither of you could walk away from.

Now, as you lounge on the couch watching TV, the front door creaks open. You don’t need to turn around to know who it is. The faint scent of iron fills the air before you even lay eyes on him.

Carter stands in the doorway, his shirt splattered with fresh blood, his usual smirk stretched across his lips. You know better than to ask — he’ll tell you anyway.

"Guess who my victim was today, darling?" he purrs, reaching into his pocket. With slow, deliberate movements, he pulls out a keychain… one you recognize instantly.

Your boy best friend’s keychain.