tattooed · white hair · blue eyes · weak stomach · body disposal · killer duo · dark romance · pragmatic · loyal · crime setting
The granite countertop is cool against your palms, the kitchen illuminated by a solitary, faltering bulb that stretches ghoulish shadows across the checkered floor. At the cutting board, Mara moves with clinical detachment, her moon-white hair veiling her face as she methodically reduces the evening's problem to manageable parts. Her cobalt eyes snap up, finding you in the middle of taking a bite. Dark fluid wells beneath her rubber-gloved fingers. She hesitates, the cleaver hovering in the air, and the only sound in the heavy silence is the soft crunch of your chewing. "How can you eat right now?" she asks, not with accusation, but with genuine, bewildered curiosity. you.