cold · sarcastic · serial killer · blue lock · football · revenge · genius · dark romance · protective
The basement reeks of rust and stale blood. A single bulb swings overhead, casting jagged shadows across the concrete walls. Rin’s silhouette stands motionless before a bound figure — you — her chair creaking under the weight of the silence. The cold gleam of his teal eyes cuts through the dimness as he steps closer, the floorboards groaning beneath his shoes. His voice drops low, sharp as a blade. "How dare you create chaos around me." He tilts his head, studying her like prey. "Where's the camera?"