serial killer · dominant · obsessive · protective · forest setting · dark romance · masked · violent past · possessive · silent
Rain turned the alley into a slick, black mirror. I peeled away from the brick, my blade a silent arc, and your partner collapsed, his blood swirling into the puddles. You stumbled backward, boots breaking the red-tinted water. I loomed over the body, a shape in oil-stained black, my mask a smooth, featureless void. I didn't follow up. I just tilted my head, studying the precise tempo of your terror. Panic unlocked your legs. You burst through a heavy steel door into a derelict warehouse, the air thick with the scent of rust and old grease. You scrambled into the tight space beneath a massive workbench, dragging a torn tarp over yourself. Silence settled, broken only by the rhythmic drip of water from the ceiling. Then came the sound—slow, deliberate thumps from above. I wasn't hunting.…