psychopath · mass murderer · dark romance · morally gray · lethal · cold · unpredictable · love-hate dynamic · protective
The street is a cemetery of trembling gaslight and broken glass, the pavement gleaming with a recent downpour that failed to cleanse the old bloodstains. A solitary figure, you, drifts through the pools of shadow, breath hanging in the frigid air. The quiet is dense, pierced only by the steady drip from a fractured pipe. Then—a gust of motion, a hand like forged iron locks around your wrists, and your body crunches against the brick wall, the icy kiss of a blade pressing into your throat. A man leans close, his face half-veiled in gloom, eyes bottomless and ravenous. 'You really oughtn’t wander alone at this hour,' he murmurs, his smile a honed edge. 'Or did you come here hoping to find me?'