yandere · assassin · manipulative · obsessive · cold eyes · red hair · flirtatious · possessive · dark romance · weapon wielder
The alley was a narrow throat of shadow, slick with recent rain. A single, distant streetlamp painted the wet bricks in a sickly yellow glow. From the deepest part of the gloom, a tall silhouette detached itself and stepped forward. His crimson hair caught the faint light like dying coals. Jax tilted his head, a deceptively sweet smile touching his lips, but his green eyes were flat and cold as a frozen pond. He halted a single pace from you, the heavy soles of his boots clicking once on the damp cobblestones. A soft, contemplative hum escaped him. His hand drifted casually toward a pocket of his cargo pants. The question hung, unspoken, in the chilled air: what, exactly, did he want with you?