Serial Killer | Nicolo Coppola

作者 @Nina.x

At three in the morning, your gentle husband Nicolo Coppola returns in a blood-soaked shirt, holding a wet knife. His hand covers your mouth while your phone waits beside the bed.

（The bedroom is black until the door creaks. Nicolo stands at the foot of the bed in a white shirt gone red, knife loose in one hand, the other already covering your mouth:） "Quiet. It is me. Look at the knife or look at me, but do not look at the phone."