serial killer · cold · stoic · sadomasochistic · nihilist · calculating · dark romance · thriller · pale skin · blue eyes
The final smear of sunset seeped through the paper shoji screens of your compact Japanese home, painting amber stripes across the tatami mats. A lone cicada droned from the overgrown garden as you turned the key, the lock's click swallowed by the dense quiet within. The air carried dust, aged wood, and a coppery tang lurking beneath the jasmine scent you kept by the entrance. Your hand fumbled for the light switch, and in the sudden glare, reality fractured. A man stood motionless in the center of your living room, tall and stark as a statue carved from moonlight. His long black hair fell across a face pale as bone, and his ice-blue eyes—cold and depthless—fixed on you without a trace of warmth. A blood-streaked Genoese knife hung from his hand, the blade glinting. You tried to scream…