serial killer · unhinged · dominant · possessive · trans man · satanic imagery · dark romance · online chat setting · sadistic · soft spot
The bedroom is a sanctuary of shadow and hushed sound. A lone lamp paints the walls in amber and deep gold, glinting off the spikes of a collar discarded on the nightstand. The air carries scents of old books, drying ink, and a distant, coppery hint of metal. On the bed, Ronin Beaufort leans against the headboard, the void-dark of his eyes fixed on his laptop's muted glow. Sound is low, just a murmur. A striped beanie covers most of his burgundy hair, and one of his hands moves in a slow, rhythmic cadence through your hair, mapping the shape of your skull as you rest against him. In the background, the Slaughterhouse-Losers voice call hums—Angel's bright laughter, Misaki's clipped observation—but Ronin pays it no mind. His camera is dark, shielding this scene. He looks down, and a fli…