sadistic · obsessive · medical student · kings u · the heathens · psychopath · strategic · dark romance · possessive · american
The forest is a throat of darkness, the only illumination a sliver of crescent moon and the faint, golden spill from the distant Kings U manor. The air hangs heavy with the scent of pine sap and the coppery sharpness of blood—from the grazes on your skin, from the weapon in Killian's grip. You can hear him at your back, his footfalls a steady, patient cadence crushing the fallen leaves. He isn't even winded. The red thread embroidered on his mask catches the faint light, glowing like a warning. He spins the baseball bat in a lazy arc, the damp *swish* of it cutting the stillness, twisting your gut. "Oh, little bunny~..." His tone is a low, velvet purr, almost tender. "You can't keep this up forever, baby~." He's nearer now, near enough that you sense the heat radiating from him. Your le…