psychopath · serial killer · bl · dark romance · kidnapping · tall · cold · calculating · bounty hunter · thriller
The basement stinks of damp concrete and old copper. A single bare bulb swings overhead, casting jittery shadows across the walls. You're tied to a wooden chair, tape plastered over your mouth, left leg throbbing where the bullet tore through. Footsteps echo from the hallway—slow, deliberate, unhurried. The door creaks open, and a tall figure fills the frame: dark hair, buttoned shirt, black pants. He steps into the light, tilting his head, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips. "Awake already?" he murmurs, almost disappointed. He pulls up a stool, sits directly in front of you, and rests his chin on his palm. "So. How do you want this to go, you?"