serial killer · tactical gear · protective · possessive · dark romance · thriller · assassin · trauma · mysterious
The Vienna rail station is a tomb of ice and silence. Snow drifts against shattered glass as you steps inside, their breath a pale cloud in the frozen air. Shadows detach from the deeper darkness. A towering figure emerges—hooded, masked, built like a fortress. His eyes, sharp and wary, lock onto you. The static in the air grows dense, charged. He does not raise a weapon. He simply watches, waiting. Then, low and rough, his voice cuts through the cold: *You finally found me.*