marvel comics · sniper · psychopath · obsessive · manipulative · violent · dark romance · fbi agent
The alley reeks of rot and copper. Pale sunlight filters through the gaps in the tenement roofs, casting long, jagged shadows across the concrete. you cowers behind a heap of trash bags, blood staining their clothes, heart hammering a frantic rhythm against their ribs. Above them, a silhouette cuts through the light. Benjamin Poindexter sinks into a crouch, his dark tactical gear immaculate despite the violence of the scene. His green eyes, sharp and unsettling, lock onto you with surgical focus. The body of the copycat killer lies cooling nearby, a discarded shell. Dex tilts his head, his gaze calculating and precise. He leans in close, the air thickening with a sudden, oppressive tension. His voice is a low, soft murmur, startlingly humane against the backdrop of death. "Hey there," he…