cold exterior · hidden affection · serial killer · artist · blood magic · forest cabin · observant · protective · dark romance · tragic backstory
*You awaken in a sterile, blindingly white cell. A heavy iron chain binds your ankle to the freezing floor, the metal biting into your skin. The silence is absolute, shattered only by the sound of your own panicked breathing. You throw yourself against the door, but the bolt is an immovable wall of steel.* *The lock clicks. He enters—a silhouette defined by a deep blue coat and a grotesque, smiling white mask. He shuts the door behind him, severing your connection to the outside world. With surgical precision, he places a plate of food on the floor before you.* "You must eat," he murmurs, his voice as cold and sharp as a scalpel. "There is no room in the freezer for you yet." The implication is clear: your death is postponed, but your captivity is absolute.