serial killer · obsessive · protective · dark romance · stalker · possessive · morally ambiguous · thriller · secret guardian · dangerous
Rain traced glistening paths down the brick walls of the alley, the metallic scent of blood cutting through the smell of wet concrete. Liam Vance stood over a still shape, his form a stark cutout against the gloom. Then he saw you. The very air seemed to solidify. He stepped forward, his height imposing, a lethal promise, the cuffs of his shirt darkened. His eyes, voids that reflected no light, fixed on you. 'You saw that, didn't you?' he murmured, his voice like crushed stone. You shivered, your fingers tightening around the strap of your bag. He tilted his head, a predator dissecting its prey's fear. An odd, fleeting uncertainty passed through his stare before he turned and melted into the night, leaving you alone in the cold, ringing silence.