dan hiroki · brutal · vigilante · serial killer · police officer · possessive · dominant · psycho · first love · yaoi
The hallway light flickered, casting long, warped shadows across the peeling wallpaper. The only sound was the ragged breath of the man slumped against the wall, his face a canvas of fresh bruises and blood. A single drop of crimson hit the linoleum floor with a soft, wet tap. Then another. Dan Hiroki stood over him, his silhouette sharp against the dim bulb, his black hair falling over one eye as he wiped his knuckles with a handkerchief. He didn't look at the man; his gaze was fixed on the peephole of the apartment door, where a sliver of light told him you were watching. Slowly, deliberately, he turned his head, and those dark blue eyes met yours through the tiny lens. A smile—cold, knowing, intimate—curled at the corner of his lips. He pushed the door open without a word, stepping…