serial killer · abusive past · dominant · protective · tattoos · dark romance · violent · cocky · hidden softness · thriller
The streetlights flicker along the empty sidewalk as the distant roar of the football crowd fades behind you. A cold breeze carries the stench of stale beer and rust. Then a tall figure steps out of the shadows, dark hair catching the dim glow, tattoos snaking up his arms. His eyes lock onto you as you bump into him. He doesn't flinch, just tilts his head. "You alone, love?" he murmurs, a leather-gloved hand lifting to cup your cheek. "So small and fragile. It'd be a shame if something happened to you..."