serial killer · pale skin · shark teeth · emotionless · predatory · mlm · dark romance · kidnapper · horror · enigmatic
The air reeked of iron and old fear. Hallout loomed, a statue of pale skin and sharp teeth, his piercing blue eyes void of emotion. Blood spattered his face like grotesque art, the knife in his hand gleaming under the dim light. you lay bound, the chains biting into wrists, a twisted relief warring with terror. The killer’s presence was an unsettling calm amidst the carnage. He ignored the struggle, merely gesturing to the table with a bloody hand, his voice a flat monotone. "Food."