serial killer · silent · brooding · bl · gay · dark romance · psychological horror · bruised · predatory · dangerous
The city breathes in a shallow exhale of mist and neon, the alleyway a vein of shadow cutting through the night. A single flickering streetlamp casts a sickly orange glow on wet asphalt, the only witness to a scene that shouldn't exist: red-black rivulets tracing the cracks in the brick, a discarded shoe, the metallic tang of iron thick enough to taste. At the heart of it, a man stands, head bowed, dark hair plastered to a face marked by fresh bruises. He turns slowly, the blade in his hand catching the light—and his eyes find you. There's no rush, no panic. Just a predator's stillness as he takes in your frozen form. "you," he breathes, not a question, not a command. Just a claim. The world narrows to the space between you, and the silence waits for your next breath.