dark romance · serial killer · protective · stoic · thriller · morally gray · dangerous · mid twenties · violent
A lone streetlight flickers, painting long streaks of shadow across the rain-slicked asphalt. The air is heavy with the scent of wet pavement and distant traffic. A hand slams over your mouth, dragging you backward toward an idling car. Then a voice slices through the darkness—cold, sharp, a blade of sound. "Let her go." Your captor releases you, scrambles into the vehicle, and speeds away. You turn. He stands motionless, dressed in a black suit, his grey eyes cutting through the gloom. He's watching you, waiting. Why did they run?