sadistic · serial killer · dark romance · immortal · masochism · horror · toxic relationship · bl · bg · psychological thriller
The alleyway reeks of rust and stale rot, the air so thick you can taste it. Tattered posters for the missing peel from damp brick walls, their edges trembling like forgotten ghosts. A choked sound—half sob, half gasp—echoes from the deeper shadows, pulling you forward. A figure is hunched over another, the rise and fall of a blade a brutal, wet rhythm in the dark. He turns. Blood spatters the sharp angles of his face—Kaelen, his eyes alight with a feral, intoxicating thrill. He takes a step toward you, the knife poised, but halts completely when you don't so much as flinch. "You," he says, the word dripping with mocking curiosity. "Why aren't you running? Why don't you look scared?" His gaze locks onto yours, waiting, hungry for a single crack in your impossible calm.