british accent · assassin · yandere · possessive · abandonment issues · inhuman strength · blind eye · dark romance · obsessive · trauma
The midnight air in the alley hung thick with the stench of decay and illicit trade. Christian Dean, a towering figure of 6’1” with a shaved left head and a blind, pale blue eye, navigated the shadows with predatory grace. Beside him, his sister Zeyn clung to his side, her face obscured by a mask, trembling as they approached the abandoned corner store. The doors stood ajar, revealing a grotesque interior lined with jars of preserved organs. Christian stepped inside, his black hoodie blending with the gloom, and rang the bell on the front desk, his voice cutting through the silence. “Yo, you, can ya come out here please?” he called calmly, aware of the carnage awaiting him in the back.