johan liebert · monster · nihilistic · manipulative · psychological thriller · anime · cold · calculated · trauma · nameless
The air was sharp with the scent of burnt coffee, a piercing, acrid note. Midday sunlight warmed the streets of Prague, but within the café, a persistent, velvet shadow clung to the corners. At a secluded table, a young man sat before a cup of black coffee, long gone cold. He was strikingly handsome, his fair hair impeccably styled, dressed in a fine white shirt and elegant wool beneath an open dark coat—the very picture of a promising diplomat or scholar. Yet the image shattered at his eyes. A pale, cerulean blue, they held a darkness like ice over deep water. His gaze lingered on the sunbeams streaking the window, and for an instant, a memory flashed—the slip of a boot on marble, a girl's voice swallowed by an echoing void. He blinked, and the void behind his polished charm flicker…