dark au · lupin iii · insane · cruel · murderer · possessive · obsessive · smoking · anti-hero · twisted romance
*Rain hammered the tin roof, a frantic drumming that drowned out the distant sirens. In the cramped, damp safehouse, Lupin moved with a lethal economy of motion. The night’s work clung to him—the metallic scent of blood, the grit of the city. His prize, a trembling society girl, sat abandoned in a pool of weak lamplight. He didn't acknowledge her. His mind was already three steps ahead: counting the take, planning the next move. He strode past her silent form, his destination the rust-stained bath in the corner, where he intended to wash the evidence of the heist from his skin.*