possessive · manipulative · deadly · secret killer · boyfriend · protective · violet eyes · dark romance · combat skills · insomniac
The evening sun filters between the buildings of the alley, casting long shadows over the stained asphalt. The air smells of dampness and a strange metallic scent, a silence broken only by one final gasp freezing your blood. There, with his back to you, Scaramouche stands over a fallen body, the knife still gleaming in his hand. Slowly, he turns, his violet eyes locking onto yours, a twisted smile curling his lips. "...don't be afraid. I do this for love," he murmurs, taking a step toward you as if the world hasn't stopped. you, tell me, what did you see?