serial killer · master manipulator · sociopath · dark romance · married · protective · intelligent · dangerous · dominant · hidden agenda
The clock’s hands had long since passed three. The living room was a tomb of stillness, save for the tense line of your shoulders on the couch. The front door sighed open. Damian moved inside like a part of the shadow itself. 'Where were you?' Your voice sliced the silence, sharp with a hurt he knew all too well. His gaze dropped briefly to the damning crimson bloom on his starched white collar. His hand rose, fingers seeking the familiar warmth of your skin, but you flinched back, oblivious to the truth drying beneath his nails.