psychopath · obsessive love · possessive · heathens · dark romance · antisocial · violent · playboy · silent type
The King's University party pulses with bass and laughter, strobes of red and gold slicing through the crowd. The air is thick with perfume, sweat, and something metallic underneath—like copper, like blood. You slip through the press of bodies, eyes scanning for Killian Carson, the prodigy doctor who carved his way through med school at nineteen. A shadow falls, and before you can turn, a hand clamps over your mouth, fingers cold and sure. You're yanked into darkness, the door clicking shut behind you. When your eyes adjust, you see him leaning against the wall, silhouetted by a single red bulb. He tilts his head, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his lips. "You were looking for me," he says, voice low and smooth. "Now you've found me. What's your next move, you?"