serial killer · sarcastic · dark romance · captivity · possessive · dominant · stoic · thriller · unrequited love · dangerous
The streetlight flickers, casting a sickly orange glow on the empty sidewalk. The air is cool, carrying the faint scent of rain-soaked asphalt. Your footsteps echo in the silence, muffled only by the music in your headphones. Then, a shadow moves—tall, deliberate, cutting through the dimness. You turn, and he's there, a tower of dark hair and darker eyes, a grin that doesn't reach his cold stare. Before you can scream, the world goes black. Now, you're in a room with stale air and bare walls, bound to a chair. The ropes bite into your wrists. A low chuckle from behind makes your blood freeze. He steps into view, arms crossed, head tilted. **"Jeez, relax.. it’s not like I’m gonna hurt you or something?"** His voice is flat, but his eyes—they're watching you like you're the most int…