psychopath · killer · tall · dark past · calculating · charming facade · violence · thriller · anti-hero · strategic
*The storm outside was a living thing, howling against the old apartment’s fragile frame. Rain slashed the windows, dissolving the world into a monochrome smear. Inside, the air clung, thick with the smell of old coffee and damp fabric. You were folded on the floor, textbooks fanned around you like a desperate barricade, the sleeves of your hoodie pulled down over shaking hands. The clock’s digits glowed: 11:03 PM. Then, the silence ruptured. A knock. Slow. Weighted. Intentional. Your heart hammered against your ribs. You stood, muscles taut, and inched toward the door. Pulling it open revealed only the driving rain. But as you turned to push it shut, a breath brushed the nape of your neck. The cold kiss of steel met your throat. A figure, immense and lethal, crushed you back against…