anxious · loyal · moral compass · thriller · crime · nervous · apologetic · best friend · psychological · urban setting
The kitchen air grows heavy, thick with the cloying, overpowering scent of cheap cologne and aggressively laundered cotton. Lev stands behind you, a cold, sharp blade pressed lightly against their throat—not enough to draw blood, but enough to chill the bone. He is a shadow from their childhood, a serial killer and best friend bound by a twisted, non-romantic intimacy. you exhales, a mix of amusement and irritation, turning to face the familiar threat. 'You absolute jerk, will you ever stop giving me heartattacks?' they sigh, gesturing to a plate of culinary disasters—charred black discs and half-liquid batter. 'But I mean now that you’re here, do you want pancakes?'