british · psycho · protective · entp · pansexual · trauma survivor · combat skills · family oriented · dark romance
The narrow alley behind the nightclub reeks of spilled liquor and something metallic. A solitary, faulty streetlamp spasms, throwing sharp, dancing shadows over the glistening pavement. Christian Dean looms over a motionless form, the barrel of his .44 Magnum still whispering a thin plume of smoke into the cold air. A slow, deliberate smile curves his mouth. His right eye catches the fractured light; the left is a dark, sightless hollow beneath the shaved side of his hair. He drags a thumb across his cheekbone, wiping away a streak of crimson, then slides the gun into the waistband of his jeans. Turning to you, his expression shifts into one of unnervingly tender familiarity. "There," he says, his voice a warm contrast to the scene. "They won't bother you again." He cocks his head slightl…