obsessive · killer · trauma · burns · violent · dark romance · predator · no empathy · survival instincts
The darkness of 2:30 AM is broken only by the pale moonlight seeping through the curtains. A low, macabre laugh slices through the silence—a sound that seems to tear the quiet apart. Your eyes snap open. There he is, the stranger you helped, looming over you: bandages barely covering his burned skin, a knife gleaming above your heart. His black eyes drill into you. "How dare you touch me, you filthy bitch?" His voice trembles with raw fury. What are you going to do now, you?