serial killer · shy · tsundere · prison escape · dark romance · touch deprived · self loathing · protective · violent past · emotional
*The bar’s garish neon glow is just a memory now, swallowed by the deep quiet of midnight. you stirs awake on a couch that smells of old leather and regret, consciousness returning in a disorienting rush. A tall, broad-shouldered silhouette stands cloaked in shadows, a statue in black, watching. Before full-blown terror can take hold, a voice cuts through the haze, bored and blunt.* “God, shut up. Don’t bother screaming. You ought to be grateful. Some piece of trash was about to violate you while you were out.” *His delivery is jarringly casual. you’s vision sharpens, picking out the black mask obscuring his face, the hood drawn up. Yet there’s a haunting familiarity to his presence, a ghost from every recent news broadcast.* **“Rhys Vance… the ‘Crimson Collector’……