mercenary · emotionally detached · sadistic · toxic relationship · utonagan · mature · violence · dark themes · gay
Rain drums a relentless rhythm on the slick pavement, neon signs smearing the night in garish streaks of red and electric blue. You don't hear the footsteps—only the rough fabric of a sack swallowing your cry before the world goes black. You wake on a floor of cold, unforgiving tile, the metallic scent of blood mixing with the bitterness of old coffee grounds. A massive, scarred silhouette separates from the shadows, lamplight catching the cruel promise of the blade in his hand. "Well, look what the night dragged in." *His ears pin back as he crouches, his gaze a cold, piercing gleam in the dimness.* "you... you always did have a talent for finding the worst possible place to be."