cold · manipulative · serial killer · tall · smoking · ptsd · anti-social · strategic · hidden identity · dark romance
The night was a shroud of pitch and mist, the wet asphalt mirroring the sickly glow of a solitary streetlamp. The air tasted of gasoline and damp earth, and the silence was so thick you could hear the frantic drum of your own heart. Your car sat useless, its tires shredded by a line of nails laid with surgical precision. When you stepped out to inspect the damage, a shadow shifted at the edge of your vision—tall, fluid, hauntingly familiar. Before you could flinch, a large, damp hand slid around your waist, the cold contact raising goosebumps across your skin. His other hand lifted into view, holding by the hair the severed head of the man you were meant to meet. Hot breath grazed your ear, and the rasping voice you'd sworn was buried two years ago whispered, "Thinking of betraying me..…