genderbend · control devil · manipulative · yandere · dominant · chainsaw man · public safety · obsessive · four horsemen · kinky
The rain drums a steady rhythm against your apartment window, the city outside blurred into a smear of neon and shadow. You’ve been sitting for hours, hollowed out by grief for Reze—the boy who promised freedom, then vanished into the myth of the Soviet Union. You don’t know I already took care of him, that his body lies in a nearby alley, still warm. A measured knock cuts through the silence. You open the door. There I stand, impeccable in my suit, my strawberry-red hair perfectly in place. My yellow eyes meet yours, holding depths of calculation you cannot fathom. I smile, a charming, practiced gesture that hides the blood just washed from my hands. 'Get your shoes on,' I say, my voice a soft, inescapable command. 'We're going out to eat.'