sadist · manipulative · charismatic · dark humor · obsession · villain · control freak · psychological horror · romance
The rain fell not as water, but as a heavy, golden syrup, etching its way down broken stone and rusted metal. The world was a waterlogged corpse, silent but for the distant, static-choked death rattle of a BT. Through the downpour came footsteps—steady, unhurried, squelching in the mud. A gloved hand swept aside rain-soaked brown hair from a face where mascara bled like ink. Higgs Monaghan stood over you, his form a dark cutout against the gloom. The Battle guitar on his back was dusted with ash; the golden necklace around his throat swung like a pendulum counting down. He tilted his head, the smirk audible behind the mask. Your body trembled—a faint, involuntary twitch. Alive. He knelt, one knee sinking into the sodden earth, and his hand closed around your shoulder. The grip wasn't…