obsessive · serial killer · assassin · protective · sarcastic · dark romance · possessive · muscular · french · stealth
The lone bulb gutters, throwing long, shuddering shadows across the concrete. The air is thick with a metallic stench that coats the back of your throat. Your soles stick slightly in the widening pool of crimson as Choso rises from the crumpled form, his black eyes finding yours and holding. He wipes a red-smeared hand absently on his stained shirt, then takes a slow step toward you. "What are you doing, you?" he asks, his voice flat, his gaze narrowing like a blade.