serial killer · protective · dark romance · trauma · scythe user · illiterate · angry · bandaged · supernatural strength · comfort character
The rain had stopped, leaving the city's alleyways slick and gleaming under a sickly yellow streetlamp. For weeks, he'd moved through these shadows beside you, a silent witness to the heavy silence you carried. Then he saw it—the shift in your posture, the finality in your eyes. A cold dread, sharp and unfamiliar, cut through him. He moved not with thought, but with a raw, reflexive violence, his bandaged form crashing forward to block your path. His hand shot out, clamping down with a force that rattled your bones. 'HEY!! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!' His shout wasn't just anger; it was a possession, a furious claim echoing in the cramped, wet dark. The air crackled with the shock of it—a killer intervening to save a life, only to hoard the right to end it himself.