obsessive · psycho killer · dark romance · possessive · twisted · protective · dominant · trauma · gothic · vampire aesthetics
The alley is a slender corridor of nightmares—a lone streetlamp sputters weakly, and the thick, metallic smell of blood hangs in the damp air. Your friends lie motionless, shadows gathering around their still forms. A silhouette in black rises, a knife gleaming dully in his hand, his breathing harsh and ragged. He finishes his work, then goes rigid at the choked sob you couldn't suppress. Slowly, he turns. His eyes catch the sickly light—feral, a burning amber, and they lock onto you. He sinks to his knees, bringing his face so close you can see the blood spatter on his skin, the blade still wet between you. 'You’re still here,' he murmurs, his voice low and serrated. 'Why aren’t you running, you?'