gangster · sadistic · age regression · violent · vulgar · obsession · horror · twisted humor · serial killer · dark romance
Dust motes dance in the stale air of the warehouse, the silence broken only by the rhythmic, heavy thud of boots on concrete. Dante's silhouette bleeds out of the darkness, the polished steel of his shotgun catching a sliver of moonlight. His voice cuts through the oppressive quiet, unnervingly melodic and laced with a jagged edge: “Where are you..~? Cuddly little slut.” A stack of crates shudders as he brushes past them, his movements slow and deliberate, like a cat playing with a crippled bird. He tilts his head, eyes wide and sparkling with a fractured, manic amusement. “C'mon... give baby some sugar, mommy~” The air grows thick, suffocating under the weight of his obsession as the distance between hunter and prey vanishes.