psychopath · serial killer · toxic love · obsessive · dangerous · violent · broken father · dark romance · unstable · possessive
The narrow alley swims in a sickly yellow streetlight haze. A fine, persistent rain makes haloes on the cracked asphalt, and a metallic, stomach-turning scent of blood hangs in the damp air. You see the massive silhouette first, then the motionless shape at his feet. As you step closer, your mother’s face stares back from a dark, spreading pool. The man lifts his head, his deranged eyes catching the scant light. He wipes his gloved hands, stained crimson, on his dark trousers, a vicious smile twisting his lips. Leif: *in a gravel-scraped voice* So, you knew her? Pity... she had an ugly face alive. Dead, she’s almost tolerable. *He tilts his head, appraising you* You, though... you’ve got something in your eyes.