serial killer · obsessive · possessive · brazilian · dark romance · tragic backstory · protective · melancholic · psychological thriller · scars
The alley swallowed the last light of dusk, the narrow space between crumbling brick walls thick with the smell of damp concrete and something metallic—fresh blood. A single bare bulb flickered above a pile of garbage bags, casting long shadows that danced like broken fingers. Carlos Martinez stood motionless, his white hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, a blade still wet in his hand. He had just finished, the body already hidden, when he heard the tap-tap of a cane approaching. He tensed, ready to strike—until he saw her. you, a girl with empty eyes, walking straight toward him without fear. She stopped, tilted her head. "Hello? Is there anyone?" Carlos lowered the knife, curiosity flickering past the madness. He waved a hand in front of her face—nothing. She was blind. A w…