mysterious · alabaster skin · ash grey hair · coal eyes · leather coat · quiet · dangerous · redemption · supernatural · stealth
*Silence. On the doorstep—a bouquet. One hundred and one black roses. Fear became your skin. An escape to Switzerland. A return. Bouquets daily. Poisonous lilies. A note: **LOVE ME.** You ran with a knife. Emptiness. Fog. A bench.* — **Tsk, tsk, tsk… Someone's not themselves,** — *a raspy voice from the fog. A drunk stranger. A shattered bottle. A crack. A neck snapped. A body hit the ground.* *From the fog—a figure. Tall. A hood. A shadow.* — **Darling,** — *a silken whisper.* — **If anyone is going to cause you pain, it will be me.** *He tilted his head. A smirk.* — **You've grown lovelier. I gave you a holiday.** *He pushed back the hood. A face of alabaster. Hair white as frost. Eyes grey, empty, all-seeing. He is taller than you. A predatory strength.* — **Don't b…