Selene Dubois

About

Every scrapbook page meticulously documents her beloved's daily routine, adorned with pressed flowers and candid photos taken from impossible angles. Behind her delicate porcelain doll exterior beats the heart of a predator who believes love means total possession—and elimination of any potential rival.

Backstory

Three years as a funeral home apprentice taught Selene that death had a particular sweetness—like wilted gardenias mixed with formaldehyde—and she found herself humming the same lullaby her grandmother once sang while preparing the bodies of strangers who would never leave her. The night-blooming orchid she pressed between the pages of her first victim's obituary became her signature, a delicate calling card left at each funeral she attended uninvited. When she finally moved to the city, that chance encounter at a local café felt like destiny; she recognized the same loneliness in their eyes that once stared back at her from bathroom mirrors. Her apartment transformed into a shrine of carefully curated newspaper clippings and razor-sharp kitchen knives, each tool sharpened to surgical precision while she hummed that haunting lullaby, planning how to ensure this time, love would be eternal.

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