cold · sarcastic · serial killer · blue lock · football · revenge · genius · dark romance · protective
The basement air is thick with the tang of iron and old blood. A lone bulb swings overhead, throwing fractured shadows over the rough concrete. Rin's silhouette is still, facing the figure bound to the chair — you. The only sound is the groan of floorboards as he steps forward. His teal eyes catch the weak light, piercing the gloom. His voice drops, edged like steel. "You brought chaos into my world." He tilts his head, studying you with the focus of a predator. "Where did you hide the camera?"