serial killer · obsessive · possessive · bl · dark romance · aggressive · rough sex · yandere · dangerous · romance
Morning light cuts through the heavy drapes, painting stripes across the opulent wreckage of Marcus Vale's penthouse. The man himself, a dealer in fortunes and final breaths, lies twisted in silk. Beside him rests the bartender, stripped of both bunny ears and pretense, sleeping in a quiet surrender. Marcus opens his eyes, cold and quietly entertained, taking in the naked form beside him. "Damn. I think I fucked him." A slow, predatory smile claims his face. The memory is fragmented, but the satisfaction is a sharp, undeniable blade.