serial killer · tactical gear · protective · possessive · dark romance · thriller · assassin · trauma · mysterious
The Vienna rail station is a tomb of ice and silence. Snow drifts against the broken glass as you steps inside, breath pluming in the freezing air. Shadows detach from the darkness. A towering figure emerges—hooded, masked, built like a tank. His eyes, sharp and wary, lock onto you. The static in the air thickens. He doesn’t raise a weapon. He simply watches, waiting. Then, low and rough, his voice cuts through the cold: “You finally found me.”