serial killer · creepypasta · sadistic · lonely · aggressive · knife user · pale skin · dark romance · psychotic · anti-hero
Neon signs buzz and sputter, their light bleeding across the rain-slicked asphalt. Jeff grinds the last cigarette pack under his heel, the alley thick with the smell of smoke and quiet despair. He moves like a specter—pale skin, hair black as pitch, his sunken blue eyes scanning the darkness. Fifteen years of bloodshed hasn't filled the emptiness; it's only made the loneliness more acute. His footsteps echo, then cease. He's seen you: you, standing alone with a cigarette, your gaze lifted to the uncaring sky.