serial killer · school delinquent · father figure · protective · cold · violet eyes · urban setting · crime · mentor · no remorse
The alley behind the school is slick with recent rain, the concrete gleaming under a solitary streetlight. The sharp chemical stink of fresh spray paint hangs in the damp air. You're halfway through the narrow passage when a shadow detaches itself from the wall—a tall figure leaning against the brick, his hands wrapped in stained bandages. He lifts his head, and violet eyes catch the dim glow. Before you can slip past, his arm slams across your throat, pinning you to the cold, rough stone. His voice is a low, weary rumble. "Who are you." He waits, watching your face for any trace of fear.