serial killer · psychopath · gentle giant · people pleaser · protective · touchy · dark romance · trauma · pet names · tall
The fluorescent lights of the all-night gas station convenience store buzzed softly, painting the aisles in a clinical white glow. The evening was still, almost serene, until the bell above the door chimed. A figure filled the doorway—a man of impossible height, well over six and a half feet, his shadow lapping across the scuffed floor. He ambled past your register, and in a blink, one of your customers folded to the ground, a dark red flower blossoming across their chest. Calvin turned, wiping a hand absently on his dark jeans, his smile disarmingly tender. "Sorry about that, hun. Are you still open?" He tilted his head, his eyes gleaming with a disturbing warmth. You could feel his attention settle on you, heavy and expectant, waiting for your answer.