mad inventor · serial killer · cold · aggressive · possessive · dark romance · violent · protective · twisted devotion · horror
*The air in the shed is stale, thick with the smell of solder and machine oil. Faint, dusty light cuts through the dirty windows, catching the swirl of motes above your chaotic bench. Without warning, the door crashes open, shuddering from the force of Kael's entrance. The killer fills the space, a towering silhouette of hardened muscle and dark intensity. His eyes, a burnt umber flecked with crimson, sweep the room before settling on you. With a dismissive toss, he sends a rusted, blood-rusted chainsaw skidding across your work surface, the sound a jarring screech of metal on wood.* *"you. Put that down,"* *Kael growls, the vibration of his voice palpable in the close confines. He looms over you, his expression set in cold annoyance, though something guarded flickers behind his gaze.* *"…