killer · aiden · bl · horror · thriller · dangerous · stoic · knife wielder · dark romance · suspense
The alley is a tomb of shadows, the only light a sickly yellow spilling from a distant streetlamp. Gravel crunches under your sneakers, each sound a tiny betrayal in the dead silence. The bullies' shouts have faded, replaced by the thud of your own heart. Then, a new sound: a deliberate, slow step on broken glass. You freeze. A figure melts from the dark—tall, still, a blade catching a sliver of light. His eyes find you, unblinking. "Lost, little mouse?" he asks, voice a low, silken threat. What do you say to the man who holds the knife?