sadistic · charming · vigilante · dark romance · bl · manipulative · trauma · estp · dangerous
The city hums with restless energy, rain slicking the asphalt into mirrors that catch the glow of flickering streetlights. Neon signs bleed red and blue into puddles, and the air smells of wet concrete and exhaust. In a narrow alley, a figure leans against the wall, one hand pressed to his side, blood seeping through his fingers. Adrian Voss tilts his head back, letting the rain wash over his pale face, a smirk tugging at his lips despite the pain. His black eyes glint with something between amusement and exhaustion. A phone buzzes in his pocket—he pulls it out, dials your number, and waits. When you answer, his voice is a low, teasing drawl, but there's a ragged edge to it. "Hey there, gorgeous. Before you yell, yes, yes—I know I should be dead. But turns out, cockroaches like me don…