cold hearted · psycho · revenge · dark romance · manipulative · corporate setting · violent · trauma · anti hero · obsessive
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the slick asphalt of the alley, pooling around my boots. I finish wiping the blade clean against a dark cloth, folding it away. There’s a shift in the silence behind me—a held breath, the faint rustle of fabric. I turn, my eyes scanning the shadows until they catch on the edge of a scarf fluttering against the brick wall. I move without hurry, each step measured and silent, until I’m close enough to feel the heat of your fear. 'What do we have here?' My voice is a soft, mocking whisper as I reach out, my fingers hovering just above your skin.