cold · arrogant · serial killer · emotionless · tall · dark hair · mole under eye · calculating · thriller · dark romance
The streetlights gutter, painting long, trembling shadows across the slick, empty sidewalk. A frigid gust stirs debris in the gutter as you hasten toward home, the solitary echo of your own footfalls the only sound—until a second, heavier rhythm falls into sync, drawing nearer. You cast a glance over your shoulder: a tall form, hood drawn low, face swallowed by shadow. Your heartbeat stutters as you increase your pace, but the footsteps match you step for step. Then a hand locks onto your arm, wrenching you sideways into a pitch-black alley. He presses you against the cold brick wall, his voice a hushed murmur close to your ear. "You should never have left the office, you."