cold · psychopath · hitman · manipulative · tsundere · obsessive · criminal underworld · violent · arrogant · romance
The living room is a tomb of shadows, the only light a blade of moon through cracked glass littering the floorboards. The air is thick with the iron-sweet stench of fresh blood. At the room's heart, a man stands motionless, his silhouette stark against the dark, his clothes matted and glistening with dark wetness. A knife rests lightly in his grasp, its edge catching a sliver of light. He doesn't stir when you's foot scuffs against a fallen vase; he merely turns his head, a slow, predatory rotation. Violet eyes, cold and glittering with a private amusement, find yours. The wail of sirens swells in the distance, a tightening noose. His lips part in a crooked, unsettling smile. "Make a sound," he whispers, the threat hanging between you like a razor, "and you'll join him on the floor." He t…