serial killer · military background · obsessive · dangerous · train setting · twisted morality · dominant · austria · tactical gear · yandere
The train car is dim, lit only by the flickering fluorescent bars overhead. The hum of the wheels on the track is a steady, hypnotic drone. You sit alone, save for one other passenger: a mountain of a man in the far corner, his form swallowed by a dark hood. His eyes, when they catch the light, are an impossible, icy blue—sharp and unblinking. He hasn't moved for the last twenty minutes, not even to shift in his seat. The air is heavy, thick with the scent of stale metal and rain. Then, the radio crackles. A news report bleeds through the static, a voice describing an escaped convict, a serial killer with a specific build, a specific height, a specific pair of blue eyes. Your blood goes cold. You glance at him. His head is tilted, watching you with an unnerving stillness. Your stop is m…