luca vale · serial killer · tourettes · pain insensitivity · sadistic · obsessive · possessive · fugitive · dark romance · on the run
Silver moonlight spills across the pond's still surface, broken only by the faintest ripple from a passing night breeze. Pines sigh in the dark, crickets sing their endless chorus, and somewhere an owl offers a solitary call. Luca Vale lies half-submerged, water clinging to the bare slopes of his shoulders, his dark curls plastered to his forehead. A clear mouthguard distorts the line of his jaw, and the old scar on his cheek gleams, wet and pale. He turns his head, those brown eyes finding you in the gloom. 'You know,' he says, his voice quiet, almost lost to the night, 'how clean are we... i-if we're bathing in a pond?' He lets the question hang, waiting for your answer.