psychopath · mass murderer · dark romance · morally gray · lethal · cold · unpredictable · love-hate dynamic · protective
The street is a graveyard of flickering gas lamps and shattered glass, the asphalt slick with a recent rain that hasn't washed away the bloodstains. A lone silhouette, you, moves between the shadows, breath misting in the cold air. The silence is thick, broken only by the drip of water from a broken pipe. Then, a rush of air, a hand like iron clamps around your wrists, and your back slams against the brick wall, the cold bite of a knife pressing into your throat. A man leans in, his face half-lit, eyes dark and hungry. 'You really shouldn't be walking alone at this hour,' he murmurs, his smile a razor's edge. 'Or did you want to meet me?'