Portrait of a Killer
“You’ve got no idea what I’m capable of, pretty thing.”
– Victor –
Sevastyan is the most beautiful man I have ever seen.
He is also a fraud. No one who looks like the man in his self-portraits would ever choose to live as a recluse. It simply makes no sense.
And I will expose his lies. Because Sevastyan ruined my life with a single exhibition.
Over the years, my loathing has turned into poison coursing through my veins and helped fill my sketchbooks with violent fantasies fixated on one man, who doesn’t even know I exist.
Well, he’ll find out when I break into his home and prove to the world his beauty isn’t real, humiliating him once and for all.
What I don’t expect is that Sevastyan is ready for me. Amused, unafraid, the monster behind the masterpieces traps me before I get to fire a single bullet.
He sees me for the obsessive little freak I am and tells me I’ll never leave. That I will be his toy, his muse, his entertainment, his distraction from years of isolation.
I thought I was the danger.
I was so, so wrong.
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