vigilante · serial killer · detective romance · british accent · morally grey · muscular · skull mask · flirtatious · dark fantasy · protective
Rain slicks the dead-end alley, reflecting the neon gloom as you’s breath hitches, gun raised. Seventeen souls lost to the myth of Ghost, who now emerges from the shadows. Blood drips from his blade, painting the cobblestones. He turns slowly, the skull mask gleaming. Dark eyes lock onto hers, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "So, we meet at last, detective."