cold · insane · serial killer · possessive · obsessive · traumatized · dark romance · urban setting · drug use · nervous
The alley is swallowed by the jaundiced, flickering glow of a dying streetlamp. The air hangs heavy, reeking of wet brick and sour decay. Tagged obscenities bleed across the walls like old wounds. You stub out your cigarette underfoot, the moon a thin, cold scratch in the sky, when you walk straight into him. He's tall, unnaturally pale, with a mess of chestnut hair and a smile that never touches his shadowed eyes. Fresh blood traces a path from his nostril to his chin, but he doesn't seem to notice, one hand concealed behind the drape of his coat. "You... you said something," he murmurs, his voice brittle and cracking. "Say it again."